Outside the door, Zhilan's heart was pounding in her throat.
She had even pictured herself covered in blood, but the pain hadn't reached her.
She cautiously opened her eyes. Beneath the dazzling torchlight, a woman's body lay on the ground in an odd posture.
"Min Jia!"
Chu Xiaotian was the first to react, rushing over to Min Jia. However, when he helped her up, Min Jia started to wail, "It hurts! Brother, it hurts so much! Ah, it hurts!"
She didn't know where the force came from, but it sent her flying. She fell face-first to the ground, and every bone in her body hurt as if it had been dismantled. It was a piercing pain.
The strong wind that swept past Chu Chengye made him look warily at the door of the medicine hut.
"Imperial Uncle!"
Chu Chengye's heart skipped a beat. He hadn't sensed Chu Yihan's arrival at all.
How powerful was his martial arts? He could suddenly appear in front of everyone and strike Min Jia.
