After Tang Qian'er left, Su Qing let out a long breath. Before he could finish exhaling, he broke into a violent coughing fit.
He spat out a mouthful of clotted blood and wiped the corner of his mouth.
Then he sat cross-legged again and calmed his mind to tend to his injuries.
His injuries were not serious. Once he stopped the bleeding, a week of quiet recuperation would more or less see him fully healed.
Stopping the bleeding, though, was a bit troublesome.
Who knew what An Zuo had put on his blade? It lay over the wound like a layer of spiderwebs, preventing it from healing.
Removing it was not difficult-anyone in the Divine Soul Realm could do it-but it was like tearing spiderwebs stuck to clothing off. It was a tremendous nuisance, and he could only pick it away bit by bit.
Its sole purpose was to deliberately disgust people.
Fuck!
I'm definitely killing you the next time we meet!
Su Qing patiently tore away the "spiderwebs" bit by bit, his killing intent growing ever more chilling.
Six hours later.
Su Qing pulled off the last piece of "spiderweb" and flopped backward onto the floor.
His limbs sprawled out, he looked like a salted fish.
Su Qing reached out and dabbed a hand against the floor, then raised it before his face. Rubbing the blood stuck to his palm, he grumbled.
"There's enough here to make duck blood vermicelli soup. What a waste."
Afterward, Su Qing fiddled with and kneaded the scabs stuck to his hand some more.
Before long, he grew bored.
So he beckoned with a hand. A gentle breeze swept past, gathering all the dried blood from his body, clothes, and the floor, and he burned it clean with a burst of fire.
Once everything