Chu Yunjing did not immediately respond or explain. His gaze fell on the unconscious Lu Feng.
Jun Zi Mo understood. Chu Yunjing wanted to wait until Lu Feng woke up before telling them everything together.
The corner of his eye caught Lu Feng's twisted, swollen palm...
Jun Zi Mo's face was full of sorrow as he murmured worriedly, "Old Lu loves the sword with such mad devotion. Now that his hand is broken and he can never hold a sword again, how deep a blow must this be to him?"
At those words, pain immediately surfaced on Chu Yunjing's pale face.
No one understood that feeling more deeply than he did. He, too, had been forced into a state where he could no longer hold his beloved spear. It was even more unbearable than killing him.
The two fell silent.
For a time, neither could think of how they ought to comfort Lu Feng afterward.
Another half an hour or so passed.
Lu Feng finally slowly woke from his unconsciousness.
With Jun Zi Mo properly supporting him upright, Lu Feng looked Chu Yunjing over from head to toe. His nose suddenly stung, and he asked wearily, "Old Jing, how did you end up like this?"
After his earlier sleep, the medicinal effects of the pills suppressing the killing intent and emotions within Lu Feng, calming his heart and focusing his mind, had largely worn away. Thus, a trace of his usual emotions showed in his words, making them all the more moving and heartrending.
Seeing that Lu Feng's first concern upon waking was not his own injuries, but him, Chu Yunjing's heart twisted in pain again.
If he could, he would have taken Lu Feng's suffering upon himself as well.
Jun Zi Mo also looked curiously at Chu Yunjing, deeply