Inside a bamboo hut built by the Tianshan Sect.
The room was devoid of furniture, save for a wooden bed covered by a thin sheet. Jiang Chen had taken off his shirt and was lying face down. Tang Chuchu was carefully cleaning the wounds on his back. These injuries had been sustained when he crashed into a rocky cliff face while rescuing her earlier. His back was a mangled mess of flesh and blood; the muscles were shredded, and in some places, the bone was visible. It was only because Jiang Chen was a martial artist, and a powerful one at the Seventh Realm at that, that he had been able to control his blood flow; an ordinary person would have been dead long ago. Even so, he gritted his teeth in pain as Tang Chuchu cleaned him.
Soon, Ouyang Lang returned. Seeing the condition of Jiang Chen’s back, he asked calmly, "Brother Jiang, are you alright?"
Chapter 607