He Jinian had been wounded far too badly.
He had forced himself to flee back to the hotel, shut the door, made it to the living room, and collapsed onto the sofa.
He had no idea how long it took before he woke up.
The moment he woke, he tore open his clothes and began treating his wounds, baring his teeth in pain as he applied the medicine.
Damn Lu Chengwen! He had never expected him to have such powerful reinforcements!
He had underestimated them. He had truly underestimated them this time.
Bai Fuchun had probably already fallen into his hands, hadn't he? Fine. That would only deepen the grudge between him and the Bai family.
He Jinian took a deep breath and began applying a particularly painful medicine.
As the powder scattered over his wound, He Jinian sucked in a sharp breath. He lay rigid on the sofa, twisting from side to side, gripping the armrest so hard his fingers dug into it.
"Ugh... ngh... ugh..."
After a long while, the searing pain finally receded. He Jinian let out a breath and panted heavily.
Before he had even caught his breath, he saw someone standing there, looking at him coldly.
He Jinian immediately went on guard. He bolted upright and grabbed the Precious Sword with one hand. "Who is it!?"
Ming Disha glared at him viciously. "Why were so many people attacking me!? Did you tip them off!? Talk!"
He Jinian took one look and realized it was The Father!
He immediately said, "We tipped them off!? Look at my injuries! We got crushed today! But you, The Father—you said you'd kill Lu Chengwen with us. Why did you run off?"
"I ran off!?"
Ming Disha said, "I acted according to the plan! I used you to draw their