Yang Qing and the others were trapped in the hidden chamber.
Before entering the inn, Yang Qing and the others had already considered what they might face, so even after falling into the hidden chamber, they remained fairly composed.
But they had barely steadied themselves when they heard a muffled groan from Pei Buji.
Bu Er and Jiang Zhizhou turned to look and saw him leaning against a corner, cold sweat pouring off him.
"Are you feeling unwell, Great Hero Pei?" Yang Qing also stepped forward, his face full of concern.
Since coming down here, none of them had noticed anything amiss.
Had Pei Buji been injured on the way down?
Pei Buji let out a heavy breath. Only after some color returned to his face did he raise his head to look at Yang Qing.
"Young Master, several concealed weapons struck from the shadows as we fell. The passage was too narrow for me to dodge in time, and I was hit in two places."
Pei Buji spoke lightly, but Yang Qing and the others understood perfectly well.
It was not that Pei Buji could not dodge, but that they had all been close beside him.
If he had dodged, someone else would have been injured.
Knowing Pei Buji, he would never have stood by and let someone else suffer in his place.
Yet with Pei Buji's skill, ordinary concealed weapons should not have been able to harm him in the slightest.
And now he had been wounded in two places...
The concern on Yang Qing's face deepened.
Pei Buji's physical condition was worrying.
Seeing everyone looking at him with concern, Pei Buji grinned instead. "They were only two perfectly ordinary silver needles. They just happened to strike rather inconvenient spots."
"Sorry for the trouble, brother, but I'll need