The rain grew heavier. Behind Wuming Mountain, dozens of martial artists cautiously tracked Guan Yujia into the depths of the forest.
On the ridge to one side, three figures hurried along, leaving the hollow where the clash had taken place.
Luo Ning had been keeping watch behind the mountain. All she had seen was Ye Jingtang suddenly charging out of the manor, then turning back after running a short distance and nearly killing Guan Yujia, the overlord of Wu Prefecture, with three spear strikes. Afterward, his breathing had become disordered again. She had no idea what was going on.
After they had gone a short distance, Luo Ning looked at Ye Jingtang beside her.
"You little rogue, what happened to you just now?"
Pei Xiangjun walked on his other side, holding his wrist and monitoring his pulse. She answered:
"He took one of those pills that made his power surge last time. This one seems to be a fake. His blood and qi are overactive, and his pulse is uneven, but it doesn't look serious..."
Luo Ning still vividly remembered Cheng Shilu's suicide last time. She frowned.
"Should we tie him up?"
"Hmm..."
Pei Xiangjun looked up. Ye Jingtang's face was flushed, his breathing heavy, and his body burning hot. His gaze seemed a little unfocused, but he wasn't trembling as he had last time. She asked:
"Jingtang, how do you feel?"
"I..."
Ye Jingtang walked between them with two spears over his shoulder, finding it rather difficult to describe.
The Great Liang Pearl seemed much the same as the one last time, but the actual experience was vastly different.
The previous medicine had promoted blood circulation, regulated qi, aligned his bones, and softened his tendons. Although the process had felt as intensely sore and satisfying as having a three-hundred-pound