To keep his wandering eyes from overlooking the big prize Huo Yuhao had finally managed to get his hands on and ultimately causing their evacuation to fail, Chen Ping quickly withdrew his gaze.
To Chen Ping's surprise, however, they had barely walked any distance at all-only to the end of the Medical Room corridor-before Lin Jiayi stopped.
"What is it?"
Chen Ping looked at Lin Jiayi in some puzzlement.
"Ah, well, we're here."
As he spoke, Lin Jiayi gestured toward Ward One.
Following Lin Jiayi's finger, Chen Ping looked through the ward's window and finally spotted a familiar figure in patient clothes-wasn't that Jing Hongchen?
In just these few days, the once exceptionally well-preserved master of Mingdetang looked as though he had aged ten years.
"Hall Master Jing was already injured after exchanging blows with Du Busi of the Body Sect. Then, when he heard about Mingdetang's losses, anger and anxiety overwhelmed him, and he fainted on the spot."
"He got up in the middle of last night and went to the palace to explain everything. Afterward, he vomited blood several more times and hasn't left the Medical Room since."
Lin Jiayi spoke quietly, but Chen Ping understood what he meant. With Jing Hongchen still lying here, he hoped Chen Ping would take a smaller slice out of him.
Well, if Chen Ping hadn't seen that enormous piece of starlight sapphire Huo Yuhao had hidden in a corner, he probably still wouldn't have shown any mercy.
But considering that they had taken all the most valuable things beneath Mingdetang apart from Secret Chamber One, which held various high-grade Soul Tools, Chen Ping felt that extorting a little less from Jing Hongchen wasn't out of the question.
As the saying went, a thin stream could flow for a long time; one