Shoes Are Dirty, So Don't Wear Them

Su An woke with a splitting headache.

It felt as though some immense force had torn through his mind, and his entire body curled up.

Every inch of skin on his body had split open with tiny cuts.

Blood streamed from the wounds.

Dyeing his white robes red.

"Ah!!!"

Su An let out a miserable scream, clutching his head as he smashed it wildly against the bed.

Yang Chen drifted lightly to Su An's side. With a wave of his hand, a gentle force enveloped Su An's entire body.

Su An closed his eyes, feeling that restorative power.

As time passed, the wounds on Su An's body began healing at a visible pace. The blood stopped flowing, and even the chaos in his mind gradually settled into calm.

After a long while, Su An opened his eyes and looked at the familiar scene before him.

"Master."

Su An propped himself up, intending to bow, but discovered that although his wounds had healed, he had no strength left in his body. Waves of soreness still washed over him, making him collapse straight back onto the bed.

Yang Chen sighed, then fixed his gaze on Su An and said gravely, "Why didn't you crush the jade slip?"

Yang Chen looked at Su An, unable to understand.

He had clearly been no match for them and had suffered such grave injuries, so why had he not crushed the jade slip?

As long as he crushed the jade slip, who cared whether they were seventh-turn or eighth-turn? Just kill them, and he would not have had to suffer himself!

Su An gave a bitter smile.

"I'd rather not trouble Master. The Ye Clan has latched onto Mount Putuo; their influence is far too vast. If I were to drag Master into this, I would