He was only a step away, but his advance was blocked by a sword—a true Innate expert, surrounded by spiritual energy unlike anything Chu Zhongtian could muster.
"You're injured?"
Lan Yuling's brow furrowed lightly. She had personally witnessed Su Sheng's prowess and knew that only a real clash with an Innate expert might injure him. Could it be that there were other top ten experts in Handong?
"Cough cough, you can see that?"
As Su Sheng entered the gates, he had changed into long-sleeved clothing. Other than his backside still aching, he had nearly forgotten about his injury. But without any precautions, she saw right through him at a glance.
"The smell of disinfectant, and your walk is off balance, did you hurt your buttocks?"
Lan Yuling cracked the mystery with a single statement. Her judgment was infallible, a perception born from being a high-level martial artist.
Su Sheng's face turned sour. Was it really that obvious? But how could a man admit to having hurt his bottom?
