Li Qiu lay quietly on the bed, as if he hadn't heard Bo Hen’s words from outside at all. He twitched intermittently, and beads of sweat the size of peas rolled down his pale face; he was suffering immense agony. Every word Bo Hen had spoken outside had reached his ears. Strangely enough, he had been able to commit every detail of Bo Hen’s sword technique to memory, and it was as if his mind had shifted elsewhere, causing the intense pain to vanish for a moment. Now that Bo Hen had departed, the pain came crashing back twofold, leaving Li Qiu in a state of unimaginable suffering.
Li Qiu continued to twitch uncontrollably, his condition a harrowing sight to behold.
Outside, only a single flying sword remained, stuck firmly into the ground in front of Li Qiu’s Bamboo House.
Chapter 80