An Jing found a level with no traces of vagrants and then curled up behind a column, silently starting to circulate his inner qi to recover.
Having escaped from the Black Market and finding a place to settle down, his taut nerves and body relaxed.
It wasn't until now that An Jing felt a soreness throughout his body that was hard to endure.
Sensing his battered body, he couldn't help but show a wry smile, "These injuries are no small matter."
Mention not the itchiness in his meridians, the exposed skin, aside from burns, had various scrapes and cut wounds that now throbbed with pain.
And his chest, which had been kicked by the Fengdu Guards, though it did not suffer broken ribs thanks to the triple protection of the straw raincoat, spirit qi, and jade pendant, now felt a dull ache whenever he took a deep breath, evidently sustaining internal injuries, and he breathed with a strong scent of blood.
