757: A Blind Cat Stumbles Upon a Dead Mouse (Part 2) [Please Vote for the Monthly Ticket]

Shen Tang looked at the middle-aged scholar. "Until this matter is settled, I'm afraid you won't be able to head south to avoid trouble. But rest assured, I, Shen, won't let you end up in a hopeless situation."

The middle-aged scholar replied, "That's all right. I've heard of Lord Shen's reputation, so I naturally trust you."

Shen Tang then asked Qian Yong whether he needed any help.

Qian Yong slapped the ground. "What do you mean? You took the most precious thing I had, and now you want to pull up your pants and leave?"

Shen Tang: "..."

Jiang Sheng and Ning Yan's expressions twisted for a moment.

Shen Tang poked Qian Yong's wound with a finger and said, exasperated, "You're a man in your thirties or forties, and you're making dirty jokes at me?"

Qian Yong slapped her finger away. "Did you lose out?"

Shen Tang said, "I lost big!"

Had he not seen the murderous looks in Jiang Sheng and Ning Yan's eyes?

Among all the wounded, Qian Yong was the strongest, and his injuries were the most severe. But with several Literary Scholars helping him recover his martial energy, he only needed to sit in meditation and circulate it for most of the night. As dawn broke, he exhaled a breath of stale air, and most of his surface wounds had healed.

The longest wound on his abdomen had shrunk to a faint pink scar.

Qian Yong looked much better than before. He clenched his fists and stretched his limbs, his bones creaking from the inside out with a teeth-grinding sound. On the surface, he seemed fine, but his Dantian was still languishing. "The internal injuries will take another half a month or so."

He shouldn't fight during that time. If he forced his martial energy, the