C75 Soul Refining Card

"How could this be?" Zhao Guan's voice quivered. The pain from his shattered arm bone and lacerated muscles twisted his features into a grimace.

"Zhao Guan, are you alright?" Zhao Ya's face was stricken with alarm.

"I'm fine."

Zhao Guan fought through the searing pain to stand up straight, but his eyes betrayed a deep-seated fear when he looked at Lee Mo again