"Alright, I understand. Don't worry, Zhirui has just expended too much. There's nothing to worry about." As he spoke, a trace of concern flashed through Li Shiqing's eyes.
Having read the Inheritance Jade Slip and even specifically studied the Call of the Ghostly Cold witchcraft, how could Li Shiqing possibly believe Li Zhirui's words?
His assurance was nothing but an attempt to prevent them from worrying.
"You two should also return and recuperate as soon as possible. It won't be long before the second round of the battle erupts."
"Alright, then we won't bother you anymore."
After giving a bow, the two of them withdrew.
"Brother, do you think what grandfather said is true?"
Li Chengsheng, who tended to notice more than the somewhat naive Li Chengshuo, paused and said, "Of course, you know father's strength. How could he possibly get injured?"
