Song Qingshu jumped in fright. He had not expected her to attack the moment she said she would, and hurriedly moved to fend her off.
Li Mochou's face turned livid. After roaming the martial world for so many years, no one had ever dared tease her so brazenly. Those more skilled than her were usually older and mindful of their status, unwilling to speak frivolously. Most younger men could not defeat her and did not dare talk nonsense either. Only this fellow kept teasing her in every possible way.
His martial arts far surpassed hers, so she held nothing back. Yet who would have thought that he would actually fail to block her and be struck squarely in the chest by her palm?
Song Qingshu let out a miserable cry, staggered against the wall, and began coughing violently. He even seemed to cough up something red, as though it were blood.
Li Mochou's expression changed at once, and she hurried over to examine him. "How are you? I did not do it on purpose. I did not know your injuries were this severe."
Hearing the faint sob in her panicked voice, Song Qingshu secretly smiled at the success of his scheme before pretending to speak weakly. "Try being besieged by three Grandmasters. It was already fortunate that I kept my life. How could I possibly have escaped serious injury?"
"I heard you even used the Blood Burning Great Method. This is all my fault. I should not have attacked you." Li Mochou recalled Ren Yingying's usual frail appearance in Lin'an City and knew that the Blood Burning Great Method had formidable side effects. She was filled with guilt for a moment.
"It is nothing. I will not die yet." Song Qingshu waved dismissively. "Let us leave first, lest the patrolling