They were wrong.
Deep within Xiao Fang's soul sea, his Golden Core began to churn violently. A surge of radiant light spread through his body, mending bones, organs, and torn muscles in under a minute. Everything healed — except his shoulder, the spot where the staff had struck.
'That staff… it seems they came prepared,' Xiao Fang thought.
Whatever it was, the weapon interfered with his body's natural regeneration, suppressing his ability to fully recover. He tried moving his left arm, but its mobility and strength were nearly gone.
Xiao Fang frowned.
'That staff… I definitely blocked it.'
He recalled the instant before impact — his instincts screaming that his blades weren't in the right place to intercept the strike. And yet, here he was, wounded all the same.
'Are their attacks… fooling my senses?'
There wasn't much he knew about the Heavenly Fate Sect under the Royal Court. They were rarely seen — always the ones hosting the events, never the ones participating in them.
