An Jing found a floor where there were no signs of homeless stragglers living there and withdrew behind a pillar to cycle his qi and recover. Having escaped the black market and found a resting spot, his tense body finally relaxed.0

He could finally feel the sores across his entire body. Sensing the wounds all across his body, he let out a pained smile. "These injuries aren't light."0

Aside from the numbness of his meridians and somewhat burned skin, he had also suffered many cuts that felt like they were burning. His chest had also suffered a powerful charge from the Fengdu soldier.0

Though his three-layered defenses of jade armor pendant, mantle and spirit qi prevented his ribs from breaking from impact, he could still feel a dull pain whenever he breathed. It was some kind of internal injury that made him smell blood with every breath....0