Pei Ye divided the few remaining healing medicines among the others, but Guan Qianyan and Kong Lanting did not take any, giving it all to Zhang Jingbi.
Under the infusion of their True Qi, the young man was able to barely stand up.
"Mr. Pei, how are your injuries?" Guan Qianyan asked with a hoarse voice, looking at his blood-stained clothes, "…do you need help?"
"It's nothing serious."
Pei Ye had already checked his own injuries, indeed there were numerous minor cuts. He had come with two deep knife wounds on his back, which were already beginning to close. The most severe were the injuries exchanged during the recent fight, a cut under his ribs almost reaching the bone, into which sharp True Qi had been introduced, and then his left upper arm was pierced by a sword, also quite bloody.
But for such a perilously intense battle, these were nothing more than common.
