C32 Full Moon

In the evening, Muh Qing sat up from his bed. He felt weak and sore all over. He had the same feeling before. Every time he was stabbed by the old man's sedative, he would wake up with the same feeling. After recalling the massacre outside Zhengyang Sect in the morning, Muh Qing shook his head as if nothing had happened.

He lifted the blanket and put on his clothes