"Brother Changlin, you... what's wrong!"
Ye Xiyao's face changed drastically. She noticed a faint trace of blood seeping from the corner of Li Changlin's mouth.
Li Changlin quickly reached out to discreetly wipe away the blood at the corner of his lips, forcing a smile as he said, "I'm fine. Let's go quickly. We'll talk after we get back."
"Alright, alright, let's go back." Ye Xiyao's heart was in utter chaos as she hurriedly supported Li Changlin and walked him toward the door.
"Strange, something seems off with Li Changlin's condition!"
"It seems like he's injured!"
"Looks like during his fight with Young Master Cheng earlier, he didn't gain much of an advantage after all."
"So, he's just a strong front with weak foundations."
The people in the hall whispered amongst themselves as they watched Li Changlin's departing silhouette.
Meanwhile, in a certain room on the second floor, Cheng Hui exclaimed in shock, "Messenger, is Li Changlin really injured?"
