On the other side of the courtyard.
Zhengzi Bridge clutched his throbbing shoulder, his forehead beaded with cold sweat and his face slightly pale.
A cold sneer played on Qin Lie's lips. "Senior Brother Zheng," he said contemptuously, "it seems your skills are still lacking. I only used seventy percent of my strength, and you couldn't take it?"
Luo Qian's brows furrowed. "We're just fellow disciples sparring. We're supposed to stop before causing injury. Why did you have to strike so heavily?"
Qin Lie said flatly, "Some things are fine to say, and some things are not."
Luo Qian faltered for a moment, then pressed, "What do you mean by that?"
"It's nothing! Nothing at all!"
