After Young Emperor Jin and his group left in disgrace, Qin Feng unceremoniously plopped down on the ground.
"Cave Master!"
"Qin Feng!"
A few sweet cries were heard, and a faint fragrance wafted over. Qin Feng looked up and saw Baiyun, Luan Xiaochuan, Xu Jie, and Zhao Yuan all gathering around him.
"Qin Feng, are you hurt?" Baiyun's delicate, pretty face was filled with worry, her beautiful eyes fixed almost entirely on the handsome, stubborn youth in the black robe.
The youth in the black robe was in a sorry state. His clothes were tattered, and his body was covered in mangled, bloody wounds. His black robe looked as if it were dotted with blood-red plum blossoms.
It looked as if he had been slashed dozens of times.
The sight was shocking!
Qin Feng moved slightly, and a sharp pain shot through his wounds.
A smile touched Qin Feng's lips. He was already used to this kind of pain.
