It hurt. It hurt so much...
It felt as though my heart were being crushed, and once the pain struck, the remaining true qi in my dantian began steadily dissipating.
I knew the aftereffects had set in.
I had to get back now. I needed somewhere to lean against.
Clutching my chest with one hand and the Evil-Slaying Flowing Cloud Sword with the other, I staggered toward Cheng Xiaohong's house.
Just minutes earlier, I had been chasing down ghosts and killing them.
Now, I could barely walk.
If another ghost appeared, I might die right here.
Fortunately, all the ghosts in the area had been eliminated. There was no danger left here.
"Hah... hah..."
I panted heavily as I stumbled forward.
Every step was unbearably painful.
At last, before the true qi in my dantian ran out, I made it back to the Cheng family's courtyard.
Neither of the Cheng siblings had come outside. They were both in the house.
The courtyard was deserted.
I couldn't walk any farther. When I reached the door, I sank straight to the ground and leaned against the doorway.
I gulped down breath after ragged breath...
It felt as though all the strength had been drained from my body. Beads of sweat the size of beans kept pouring out.
At that moment, I began to understand the weakness Zhang Yuchen had felt after unleashing the secret art of Yin-Yang Embroidery.
Just then, I heard heavy breathing outside the courtyard, followed by a pale hand gripping the wall.
I tensed for a moment, but then saw Mao Jing stumble inside, panting and looking much the same as I did.
I looked at him, and he looked at me. We shared a smile.
Neither of us said a word. The exhaustion we felt...
Made even breathing