Han Li hurried over and asked with concern, "Fang Zhou, are you alright?"
Fang Zhou shook his head; he checked his body again and felt better than ever before— the Yin Cold Spiritual Energy that used to pervade his entire body had been locked onto the Golden Core by Ling Xiaoyue.
"Right, I had my eyes closed earlier and didn't pay attention; do you know why she hit me?"
Fang Zhou asked Han Li. Previously, Ling Xiaoyue would argue but never resort to physical violence—it was her first time laying hands on him, and Fang Zhou had no clue what had upset her.
"This..."
Han Li had a faint guess in her mind, but without any evidence, she dared not to speak hastily, so she could only shake her head: "I don't know either."
"Then forget it."
Fang Zhou decided to put the matter aside for now and clear it up when he had the chance later.
His clothes were torn, so he had to go back and change.
