Li Qing had no time to listen to Lü Zong spouting nonsense about how awesome or impressive he was.
What he was more concerned about right now was exactly what had happened to Lü Zong's injury!
Without a doubt, he was implicated.
Yet Lü Zong had kept this from him, never mentioning a word about it.
"Lü Zong, how serious is this injury? I want to hear the facts," Li Qing said gravely.
"Look at you, hardheaded as always, I've already told you it's nothing serious, I'm fine," Lü Zong said with a smile, glancing at Li Qing.
But noticing Li Qing's solemn face, he hesitated, then said helplessly, "Honestly, it's not a big deal, just ran into a hot-headed kid."
"Got slashed in the head by that bastard. I was foolish, just lifted my arm thinking I could block someone's knife."
"Ended up getting both my head and arm sliced, took a few dozen stitches."
