[ Together with his new companion, they shoot into the air, far above the city, until the people below seem like ants.
Having spent the last century scrounging, hiding, money-grubbing, and cultivating the relentlessly painful path of the sword, Yan Zhengming does not have much in the way of "desires," so their necessary closeness isn't something he particularly notices, beyond the concern that the man will somehow crease his spotless clothes. ]
They're just some random trash, I can make more.
[ But standing close like this, he can sense Xie Lian's energy. He frowns. ]
You have some internal injury?
[ Strong energy not flowing properly, what kind of damage has he taken? ]
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Having spent the last century scrounging, hiding, money-grubbing, and cultivating the relentlessly painful path of the sword, Yan Zhengming does not have much in the way of "desires," so their necessary closeness isn't something he particularly notices, beyond the concern that the man will somehow crease his spotless clothes. ]
They're just some random trash, I can make more.
[ But standing close like this, he can sense Xie Lian's energy. He frowns. ]
You have some internal injury?
[ Strong energy not flowing properly, what kind of damage has he taken? ]