"Uh... Uh..."
In the tent, Mu Jiuri slowly opened his eyes. Then, his spirit suddenly jolted. He wanted to sit up, but he felt pain all over his body.
"Lie down for a while more. Not a single bone in your body is good, and your organs are all twisted into a ball. I've applied medicine for you, so you should be able to move at night."
Hearing Wu Qingce's relaxed tone, Mu Jiuri's heart finally calmed down a little. At least it didn't seem like both of them had been captured and locked up.
"You actually defeated Si Tu?" Mu Jiuri, who had recovered from his shock, said in surprise.
When he fainted, he thought that both of them were dead for sure. After all, he could imagine Wu Qingce defeating four peak-stage great mystic cultivators by himself.
"Yes, it counts…I won." Wu Qingce replied awkwardly.
