Wuyi ached in pain. Gao had done venting with all his energy left.
"You see, bastard," he sneered, "I tried to warn them you weren't worthy. I said the training would kill you. But you wouldn't listen. You tried to take what was meant for another. Once again, I am proven right. You are a waste of my time." Clearly, Gao really wanted to kill him. Wuyi didn't know when Gao had left, but eventually, he realized it was the moon that watched over him, not Gao. With great effort, he rolled onto his belly. Standing was impossible, but crawling—scraping his body along the ground—he moved.
His bones ached; he had protected the organs, but bones had faced Gao's wrath. Still, nothing was seriously broken; he had protected even the vital bones. Still, he cursed Gao in his mind. It was a long, painful to crawl in the cold moonlight.
