The Path of Martial Arts

“What’s wrong with you? Are you out of your mind!?”

The next day, Luo Youcai jumped up when he saw the blood hole piercing through Chen An’nian’s hand.

This gruesome wound was so terrifying that even the bones were visible.

Just a glance at it sent shivers down one’s spine.

Yet, the sword intent still lingered, as if a small knife was slowly cutting through flesh.

However, Chen An’nian remained composed, casually wrapping it with a cloth.

“Why are you making such a fuss?”

“Making a mountain out of a molehill.”

“What do you mean, making a mountain out of a molehill!?”

Luo Youcai jumped up.

“Can’t you let me catch my breath?”

“If something were to happen to you, Taiqing Pavilion would be in ruins. This is our hard work.”

“Don’t worry, I understand the importance.”

Chen An’nian signaled Luo Youcai to be quiet as Liu Su brought breakfast.

If Liu Su were to see them, she would probably burst into tears again.