C848 Too Weak

Within the Heavenly Sword Sect, Feng Zhentian lay on his bed in excruciating pain, his fists clenched so tightly that even Zhuge Loong struggled mightily to pry his fingers open.

"How is he? How's the Master?" Feng Pu inquired with urgency.

"It's peculiar, extremely so. The lord has sustained grave injuries, yet they're healing at an astonishing rate