In the aftermath of the battle, the air over Zhongjing was still thick with the faint scent of gunpowder and blood.
Inside a special care ward, Alina was gently wiping the sweat from Jian Yi's brow, her eyes filled with heartache and worry.
Jian Yi's injuries were the most severe of them all.
When facing an enemy of Master Qingxuan's caliber, even the aftershocks of the battle could be lethal. He had pushed himself further, forcefully channeling Sword Qi far beyond his body's limits. As a result, numerous meridians had ruptured and his internal organs were all damaged. If not for his solid foundation, he would have been a cold corpse by now.
That was why Alina's heart ached for him.
Jian Yi, however, seemed unconcerned. He just sat there silently, apparently lost in thought.
Just then, the door was pushed gently open, and Wu Liangchen walked in.
