After Zhao Shiqing finished speaking, he closed his eyes and began tending to his injuries, ignoring Chen Shi'an.
The corners of Chen Shi'an's mouth lifted slightly, and he strode out of the valley.
After roughly the time it took two incense sticks to burn, heavy footsteps sounded outside the valley.
Zhao Shiqing, who had been treating his injuries with his eyes closed, promptly opened them, looking puzzled. "How did that brat get back so quickly?"
Soon, the footsteps entered the valley and came right up to Zhao Shiqing.
Zhao Shiqing looked up and saw, to his surprise, that the newcomer was not Chen Shi'an, but a burly man with a bare torso, knotted muscles, and dark skin all over.
"A refugee!"
Zhao Shiqing's eyelid twitched. He could sense that the refugee before him was no ordinary man. He exuded an aura that made him uneasy.
Moreover, the Burly Man's eyes were fixed squarely on him, his gaze unfriendly and clearly harboring ill intent.
Zhao Shiqing seized the initiative and shouted, "Get lost!"
As he spoke, he mobilized the little origin force he had just recovered in his Dantian. Powerful fluctuations of origin force swiftly surged over his body.
Clearly, he intended to frighten the Burly Man into retreating through intimidation.
The Burly Man's strength was unknown. Zhao Shiqing was gravely injured, with little origin force left in his body. If a conflict broke out, the odds would likely be against him.
"Old fellow, you're quite the tyrant!"
The Burly Man raised his brows sharply. "This valley doesn't belong to you. I'll come and go as I please. Why should I have to answer to you?"
Seeing that his intimidation had failed, Zhao Shiqing groaned inwardly, but his face remained cold.
"I tried speaking nicely, but you wouldn't listen. If