Zhao Ming materialized in the air in the corner of the garden; the purplish obsidian fumes dissipated as he stood there, staring at the gate.
He was mentally preparing himself to confront his officers, who had imprisoned his uncle wrongfully. Minister Zheng was the only person who cared for him; his love was never shared with anyone. The least bit of affection he had for Zhao Ming's siblings was solely because of Zhao Ming.
He was caught in a dilemma at first, whether to leave Xuan Cheng after the drain of energy she had before or to free his uncle. Just to ease himself, he transferred his cultivation energy and helped Xuan Cheng regain a bit of the internal damage.
His heart felt a sharp pain again and he sprayed out blood. He felt weak after the transfer of Qi; he had never done that before. It was natural for him to make mistakes and injure himself. But for the moment, he was unaware of how he had endangered himself by saving Xuan Cheng.
