"Ugh... Er..."
The next morning, a series of groans echoed from the mailroom inside the Songjiang Soul Martial Arts Hall.
Rong Taotao lay in bed, his face contorted in pain. He didn't even dare to turn over, afraid of the needle-like agony that would surely lance through his chest again.
He had thought he would get much better after a night's rest, but he never expected the injury's aftereffects to be so potent.
The force of the flying ax that had struck his Halberd Shaft had been immense, causing the shaft to slam solidly into Rong Taotao's chest.
"Nngh~" On the pillow beside him, the Cloud Dog peeked out its little head. It stuck out its tiny pink tongue and began licking Rong Taotao's cheek, seemingly trying to heal him in its own way.
Seeing that its efforts were having no effect after a long while, the Cloud Dog flapped its big ears and flew toward Rong Taotao's chest.
Rong Taotao jumped in fright!
