"Blood! You've been beaten!"
"It's not our blood, it's someone else's."
"Stop wasting time, I'll get the pills. Keep it down and don't disturb mom's meditation."
A man with a hook-shaped jade hanging from his left ear got up and went inside. Another man, with a hook-shaped jade on his right ear, placed the injured person they carried into the courtyard, letting them rest against the tree roots to leverage the spiritual energy of the place and ease their serious injuries.
The injured person was a young woman. It was unclear what villain had harmed her; blood was trickling from her mouth and nose, her attire was disheveled, and she was unconscious. She had likely just fought a fierce battle and narrowly escaped with her life.
Xiao Ling glanced at the young woman's appearance, nudged the man beside her, and mimed cutting a hand across her neck,
