Lyon already sat back in his position as few bruises were visible on his face and his arms. There was a swollen spot on the right side of his head. Though he had three times of healing capabilities than normal cultivators, the damage he took was quite heavy. If he didn't have this gift, he was probably laying on the bed.
Elize eyes glanced over at both of them as a hint of worry surfaced on her beautiful face. On one hand, the only male friend she had was beaten up and the problem was the one beaten him was none other than her own mother.
"I can't believe you brat, how could you do such a thing," reprimand Felicia as she crossed her arm in contempt.
(I can't believe you almost killed me either) thought Lyon as he rubbed his head with a dumb look on his face.
"Love sprouts everywhere big sister, not even the fate could predict my action," nodded Lyon. His shameless attitude was beyond repair.
