Zhao Ke was focused on calming the effects of their recent clash on his body. For a moment, he didn't even notice the strange sensation in his nose.
"What is it?"
"You... You're bleeding..."
Zhao Ke froze, then quickly raised a hand to wipe his nose.
But this wipe was like opening a floodgate; even more blood gushed out like a torrent.
'Tsk, it must be from taking too many Nine Yang Primordial Energy Pills recently!'
Zhao Ke was extremely concerned with his reputation. And since he was already putting on a show of anger, he certainly wouldn't admit to two juniors that he'd been poisoned.
"What are you standing around for? Go after him!"
"That fiend was injured by my Sword Gang! He can't have gotten far!"
The two disciples, only half-convinced, composed themselves and leaped forward, chasing in the direction Zou Feng had fled.
Of course, Zhao Ke didn't stay put either, immediately following in pursuit.
