One this day, in the evening, it was a rare sight to see that Feng Jiu had stopped and even grilled wild game for them to eat. At this time, the three of them were covered in injuries and they looked in a state of embarrassment.
Their bundled black hair was messy with a few strands of hair hanging down and leaves plastered to their hair. Their dirty and stained robes were either scratched by branches or claws of a ferocious beast. Their wounds hadn't had the time to heal and more wounds were added. They no longer looked like the graceful young men that they did in the past.
"I have never worn such dirty clothes." Lin Chengjin said with a smile. While he bandaged his arm, he said: "It's only been two days and there are already so many injuries on this body. Even Master's training has never been this ruthless."
"Sss!"
