The empty, lingering shadow left by the gecko in the corner of the wall had yet to dissipate.
Qin Lie slid slowly down against the cold door panel to sit on the floor, his violently heaving chest resembling an old, broken bellows. Every inhalation tugged at his newly reconstructed meridians, bringing a residual, tearing pain. Sweat mixed with blood pooled into a small, sticky, dark puddle beneath him, and a pungent smell of rust filled the narrow, dark space.
He had succeeded.
1st Layer Martial Artist.
Chapter 56