Duan Ziqing.
At this moment, Duan Ziqing no longer had the earlier devil-may-care charm. His whole face was swollen like a watermelon, with patches of blue and purple that were indeed striking. An Yiqing had been too furious last night, so she didn't hold back. Although she hadn't used her Inner Breath, every punch was delivered with full force. When she saw Duan Ziqing standing in the corridor, she was truly a bit surprised. Did this kid's recovery ability work too well? He was beaten so badly yet he could still walk?
Duan Jingning also saw Duan Ziqing. When he saw the injuries and blood on him, a trace of heartache and reluctance flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by indifference.
"What are you here for?" Duan Jingning stepped forward and asked coldly.
