Chen Qing fought back the churning in his chest and the shock to his internal organs, frantically charging deep into the reed marsh. He then stumbled along a rocky shore for a full hour.
He finally collapsed onto a relatively dry patch of riverbank, utterly exhausted and gasping for air.
After a long while, he struggled to sit up and check his injuries.
His internal organs had been rattled, and his right arm was numb from where the force of a palm strike had grazed it. Fortunately, no bones were broken. They were all just physical injuries and the result of excessively consuming his True Qi; nothing life-threatening.
After resting for a good while, he heard a faint, suppressed groan from the distance.
Huh!?
Warily, Chen Qing clenched his fists and crept quietly toward the sound.
In a patch of crushed reeds, he saw Ye Rong'Er in a sorry state.
