"I'm fine. See?" Qingling let go of his shoulder and took a few steps forward.
With just five days having passed since the fight against her father and the subsequent injury, he was deeply surprised at her being able to fulfil her promise.
Then again, even mock combat was on a whole other league compared to walking and he could see her suppress a grimace every time she moved. "Yes, you're recovering a lot sooner than I thought. But I have yet to find something that can get you back into shape by the time of the tournament."
"Leave that for me to worry about." She walked to the end of the room, then leaned her back against the wall. "Don't you have a lover in even more dire need of a miracle solution? Just why did she have to agree to the selfish blabbering of those rotting parasites?"
"She said they were getting suspicious of her. And even though it's not enough to keep up the charade, being at the second stage should suffice for holding her own at least, right?"
