Once he was sure the enemies had left, Zhao Siyang suddenly spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.
Seeing the blood spray more than a zhang away, Third Miss Gan immediately came over to support Zhao Siyang and asked softly, "Taoist Priest Zhao, are you all right?"
Zhao Siyang pretended to be strong and shook his head, saying weakly, "I'm fine, I'm just a bit... a bit... ah..."
To the side, Zhang San shook his head incessantly, unable to bear watching any longer.
"Can we stop with the acting already?"
"If you were really injured, just coughing up a little congested blood would be enough. Look at how far you spat your blood—it's went a full zhang! You can't even pee that far, okay?"
