After I spat out a mouthful of blood, Mao Jing, Zhang Yuchen, and Uncle Yu were no better off.
Like me, they all vomited blood and gasped for breath.
None of us dared speak carelessly. We began steadying our true energy and calming our surging blood and qi.
The black light's shockwave was incredibly strange.
Not only had it instantly robbed us of our vision and caused brief hallucinations.
It had nearly shaken us to death as well.
But Master was still formidable. From such close range, he had forcibly endured most of the shockwave's energy.
Then Master's voice rang out:
"Fuck, my brand-new down jacket got blown to pieces. You'll be paying me back with your gold later."
With that, Master raised his hand and grabbed the floating crystal that was giving off black light.
This was the first time I had seen a crystal capable of floating without a host.
Right after that, Master turned around.
The moment he did, we all felt awkward.
The front of Master's down jacket had been blown apart, exposing his thermal underwear beneath it, which was riddled with several holes.
Not only that, but his pants were in the same state.
The entire front was tattered beyond recognition.
Yet Master himself was perfectly fine, still cursing under his breath.
Master looked at us.
"You guys okay?"
As he spoke, he walked over.
We were all cultivators. We had merely been jolted hard enough to make our blood and qi churn, causing us to spit up a little blood. It was nothing serious.
Once we got home, some proper meditation and recovery would set us right.
By then, we had calmed our surging blood and qi and climbed to our feet.
"I'm fine, Master!"
"I'm not badly hurt either. My chest just hurts