He paused, not knowing how to describe it. Gesturing with his hands, he said, "Round, ball-like thing about a foot tall rolling towards you, run. Come back and tell me about it.”

Zhang Chengling made a noise of understanding, and asked, “Senior, my shifu, he…”

For once, Wen Kexing was annoyed, and cut him off abruptly, “He’s fine, he won’t die.”

Zhang Chengling asked, “Senior, that thing you described, what is it?”

“I don’t know either,” Wen Kexing sighed, and pointed at the segment of wall that had been blasted open. “That’s the result of that thing exploding.”

Zhang Chengling looked in the direction his finger was pointing in, and was instantly troubled. Realising that this senior, who appeared very capable, had also been pursued to this location, he immediately ran to the other end without a single word and nervously stood guard there.

Wen Kexing reached out to open Zhou Zishu’s robes, but his wrist was pinned by the latter. In a hoarse voice, Zhou Zishu laughed, “What are you doing? Taking advantage of me when it’s opportune?”

Wen Kexing slapped his hand away. Poking him lightly in the chest, he said coolly, “Talk a couple of lines less. You’re about to kick the bucket, and you’re still so talkative.”

Zhou Zishu felt like he had come full circle in his life: he had just been called a rice bin by a glutton, and now, a chatterbox was claiming that he was talkative.

Wen Kexing gingerly unfastened his robe. When his gaze lighted upon the nails in Zhou Zishu’s chest, the light in his eyes unconsciously flickered. On the other hand, Zhou Zishu did not care at all. In between breaths, his chest and back felt like they were on fire. At once, he knew that the damage he had suffered was not superficial; he had most likely broken a bone and hurt his lungs. Forcing himself to hold back his coughing, he made himself take extremely shallow breaths, in case he aggravated his injury.

Wen Kexing flipped him over, saw the injury on his back, and could not help but suck in a breath. Frostily, he said, “An inch more to the side, and that thing could have broken your spine, do you believe it?”

Voice as thin as a thread, Zhou Zishu said, “Don’t talk nonsense. If I could have my spine broken by a fake human being, I won’t have the face to continue living.”

Wen Kexing humphed. Placing his hand on his back, he examined his injury closely. A while later, he sighed. “Are you stupid? Didn’t think that it would hurt?”

His fingers pressed down on a spot, and Zhou Zishu let out a low grunt at once, in too much pain to speak. After a while, he finally replied through gritted teeth, “Why...don’t you ask me to hit you with a stick, and give it a try yourself…”