Several heartbeats later, Zhao Weiqing sensed his eyes working once more as the world above him became clear.
He wasn't dead! Not yet! The documents in his hands had deflected much of the lethality behind the strike!
Ceaselessly, blood was streaming out from his left temple, the entire left side of his head feeling numb. Han Xuhan hadn't managed to hit him with the sharp edge of the glaive's blade, he realized upon touching the wound. The skin in that area had been crushed open, bones were fractured, but not much damage had been done to anything beyond that.
By the time he managed to shake off the shock and dizziness, Han Xuhan had disappeared from his sight.
His head spinning, Zhao Weiqing staggered up and looked around.
Mu Ran's body was missing from his side, having been carried off by Han Xuhan who had never stopped in his sprint. The two of them were almost about to disappear into the fog far away.
