An Arranged Marriage? Are You Kidding Me?

After Puyu left, Ying Zheng's expression changed at once. His face darkened as he pointed firmly at Ying Qin.

Ying Qin cleverly sprang to his feet and practically scrambled onto the stone slab that had brought them up the tower. Then Zhao Lu strolled over with a smile, controlling the slab as it carried Ying Qin back down.

After all, this was the Blood Qin imperial palace. Other than Ying Zheng himself, only great figures who had broken through to the Saint realm could soar through the air here. Even if Lin Qi's battle qi had suffered no loss, he would still have been suppressed to the utmost here, unable to climb such a tall stone tower on his own—let alone Ying Qin, that useless fop with one foot still stuck in the Heaven realm.

Once Ying Qin and Zhao Lu had gone down, Ying Zheng slowly sat cross-legged on his meditation cushion again and looked at Lin Qi.

Lin Qi immediately stepped forward, assuming an attentive pose as though listening closely.

"Injured?" Ying Zheng remained silent for a long while before finally lifting his eyelids at Lin Qi. Clearly, Lin Qi's physical strength could not be discerned with the naked eye or spiritual senses, but the fluctuations of battle qi emanating from within him were plain to anyone with even a little discernment.

Yesterday, Lin Qi's battle qi had still been at the peak Saint Warrior level. Today, it had suddenly fallen to the Heaven level. His body had also grown thinner, and dark circles had appeared beneath his eyes. Clearly, only the sudden eruption of hidden injuries could have left him in such a state.

After coughing softly several times, Lin Qi said bitterly, "Venerable Duowen of the Heavenly Temple was incomparably powerful. This subject exhausted every means