Zhao Xiangqian and Mo Siyu, one after the other, descended the hill.
In the valley, Lian Qingyang rolled down while protecting Yu Zhaodi. Already injured, his leg was now too hurt to walk.
Yu Zhaodi squatted on the ground, supporting Lian Qingyang, and advised, "Your foot is injured, you can't keep walking."
"No, Sister Xiao Yue is still waiting for me to save her." Lian Qingyang, disregarding his leg injury, kept crawling and rolling; instead of going upwards, he went farther down, feeling disheartened, as he used to think himself quite capable.
The young master of Hai City Lian Family, in his aunt's eyes, if not unbeatable across the world, was at least invincible in battle.
This made Lian Qingyang somewhat arrogant, thinking he was truly formidable. Last time in the alley, with his skills and bravado, if it hadn't been for Bai Qing's timely rescue, a mere fight wouldn't have mattered much to him.
