"How are your injuries?"

For three days, Wu Yao and Xu Wuzhou hid away in a secluded valley, not heading directly to the holy land. It wasn't that Xu Wuzhou didn't want to go, but as soon as they left the Tianyuan Ancient Sect and reached a deserted place, the once proud and invincible Xu Wuzhou spat out a mouthful of blood right in front of him.

Only then did Wu Yao realize that Xu Wuzhou had suffered severe injuries. The kid had been enduring it all for the sake of maintaining his demeanor.

"I'm fine now!" Xu Wuzhou replied.