Yang Zhen's inner strength circulated, and fine sweat steamed from his body. After a while, he opened his eyes.
"Mr. Yang Zhen, how are your injuries?"
Before long, Magistrate Lord Chen, County Magistrate Lord Zhang, Chief Clerk Li Xun, and Pei Yuanwu from the Immortal Ascension Pavilion all gathered around him.
"The injuries didn't hit any vital points; it'll be fine after a period of rest."
Yang Zhen waved his hand, but his face still appeared extremely pale.
This time, the impact on him was tremendous.
He had always thought his strength was already quite formidable. Deep down, he often wondered if he could defeat someone of the same level of Immortal Cultivation Method.
But in the end, he couldn't even parry one sword from the opponent…
"By the way, Mr. Yang Zhen, do you know who that person was? Do you have any grievances with them?"
Lord Chen hesitated slightly before asking.
