"You well enough to be on your feet?"
Abron said, pulling Ju Feng's gaze away from the tunnel.
"I'm fine."
Ju Feng said. He assessed his injuries. He'd taken a blow to the head from a yaoguai's club, and there was a faint ringing in his ears from all the noise in the cavern, but the pain from the yaomo's arcane mystical arts was gone, leaving only a slight tremor in his hands. Ju Feng clenched a fist, closed his eyes, and took several breaths to calm his racing heartbeat. The chamber reeked of blood.
"Godsdamn dismal way to fight."
Abron said. He cast his gaze over the battlefield—looking for Orban, Ju Feng surmised. Father and son separated soon after the battle began. Though Abron hadn't mentioned him, Ju Feng could tell by the way the Yellowhorn patriarch clutched his axe that his thoughts were with his son.
