Gongxi Lai knew her sworn elder brother was formidable, but she had no concrete idea just how formidable. It was only when Gongxi Chou returned looking refreshed that she finally let out a long breath. Judging by the look of things, he hadn't lost. She hurried over. "Elder Brother, are you hurt?"
Gongxi Chou grinned.
If she hadn't mentioned it, he really wouldn't have noticed.
He had indeed suffered a minor injury, but compared with the young man surnamed Xun, it was no more than a trivial scrape. A few cycles of circulating martial energy through his body would be enough to leave not even a bruise.
He slapped his breastplate with a series of loud thumps. "I'm not hurt."
Gongxi Lai asked again, "Then, then what about that man?"
Gongxi Chou turned his head toward the direction the young man surnamed Xun had come from and said nonchalantly, "Him? Hah, naturally I spared his life. Give him a few years to grow, and perhaps he'll make my blood boil with excitement. For now, he's still just a tender seedling."
Killing him wouldn't have brought any sense of achievement.
Gongxi Lai: "..."
At first glance, her sworn elder brother's words sounded perfectly reasonable, but the more she thought about them, the more something seemed off. She blinked and saw the young man approaching slowly, his face bruised and bloodied—
When he heard Gongxi Chou's words, his expression darkened.
But faced with those iron fists, he couldn't utter a word.
Gongxi Chou jerked his chin at his guards and ordered, "Go count the supplies. We'll head back to the Clan Land before dark."
Seeing that most of his guards were injured, Gongxi Chou bluntly ordered the young man surnamed Xun to assign people to help transport the supplies. The latter glared