"How was it?" Mo Xingjian first checked Zhou Qing's injuries. Once he confirmed there was nothing serious, he quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
He reached out to examine Yan Xiaohu, but Yan Xiaohu subtly dodged away, shame on his face.
"Master, Junior Brother and I did our best. This time, we didn't disgrace you or the Taiqing Sect. We weren't cowards!"
Yan Xiaohu spoke passionately, only to break into a violent coughing fit moments later. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked at Mo Xingjian.
Mo Xingjian was deeply moved and gently patted both of them on the shoulders.
"Well done. But you seem to be fine?" Mo Xingjian said.
The instant Yan Xiaohu saw the large hand on his shoulder, his expression changed slightly.
Damn it, I guarded against everything, yet I still couldn't guard against this.
"I—I only just recovered. I took all the pills you bestowed on me before..."
"Lie down. I'll call the Sect Leader over and see if I can get something good for you this time."
Before Yan Xiaohu could finish, Mo Xingjian suddenly lowered his voice.
Seeing their master wink and make faces at them, the two immediately caught on. They stiffly threw themselves onto the ground and began groaning in pain.
Mo Xingjian promptly kicked Yan Xiaohu. "Keep it down. You're overacting."
Before long, Cao Zhengyang came walking over.
The two hurriedly struggled to rise, but Cao Zhengyang quickly said, "Don't get up. Rest well. We already know what happened this time. You did very well and deserve the foremost merit—especially Zhou Qing!"
"For the sect, we will brave boiling water and tread through fire without hesitation!" the two said in unison.
Cao Zhengyang nodded in satisfaction. With a wave of his hand, two bottles of