"It's nothing, just a minor injury."
Meng Xianjun smiled awkwardly and looked at Tang Ming with guilt, "Brother, I'm really sorry, I couldn't protect Liu Mengting."
"What's going on? Is there anyone else in the Imperial City who can hurt you?"
Tang Ming frowned, looking at Meng Xianjun, instinctively feeling that his injury must be related to Liu Mengting.
"Hey! You've been hiding too much, being the heir of the Huaxia Secret Technique. Why didn't you tell me earlier?"
Meng Xianjun looked at Tang Ming reproachfully.
"I did cultivate the Huaxia Secret Technique, but I later modified it with my own skills, so I didn't confess it to you all."
Tang Ming smiled sheepishly.
"I understand! I get your situation, after all, the Huaxia Secret Technique is something everyone envies. Once it was revealed that you are the heir, the current Imperial City has become a den of hidden dragons and crouching tigers; many stronger people have emerged."
