COUGH... COUGH...! After the members of the Three Great Sects left the stage, Shen Haoran's taut nerves finally relaxed. The internal injuries he had suppressed suddenly erupted, making him cough up several mouthfuls of blood. His body swayed, and he began to topple backward.
"Brother Haoran!" Ji Lingxuan leaped onto the stage, flashing behind Shen Haoran to support him. Seeing his weakened state, a furious rage welled up inside her. She even felt the urge to annihilate the entire Spirit Crane Sect!
Sensing her concern, Shen Haoran gently squeezed her hand and said, "I'm fine."
It was true. Although he looked pale and incredibly weak, the meridians torn apart by the Heaven-Dominating Tribulation were slowly beginning to recover, nourished by the scruffy old man's warm Spiritual Power. Aside from some weakness and pain, his life was no longer in danger.
