"Let's go; this is no place to stay long. We've made quite a noise, and those assassins will be here soon. We need to find a safe place," Sikong Mo said.
"But what about your injury..." Si Bei couldn't help but worry.
"It's nothing serious. My life is not so easily taken!" Sikong Mo, covering his wound, appeared weak yet still seemed to command only admiration, "Si Nan and I will look for a place; Si Bei, you go contact the rest of our people."
Sikong Mo was not being arrogant. Even this time, if it hadn't been for the severe poisoning beforehand and being ambushed, his injuries would not have been so grave.
...
Ye Jiu dragged Ye Wenqing a long way before they finally stopped, unable to run any further.
Upon reaching a quiet corner of the street, Ye Jiu, no longer caring about his appearance, sat down on the ground then clutched his chest and gasped for air.
Ye Wenqing wasn't in much better shape than Ye Jiu, standing dazed and unable to recover for a long time.
