Perhaps the other party had merely given him a casual beating, and that bone-deep pain from earlier was perhaps just some kind of illusion. Or perhaps some method beyond his comprehension. Otherwise, how could his injuries be this light now?
An hour later.
Qin Guanhai felt as though he had fully recovered. He wove a new set of robes using the power of his Inner Scenery, then cast a cold look at Chen Enxue, his gaze flickering slightly.
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