In the back courtyard of the Lu Family, Yang Fan lay in bed in a tranquil room, sleeping with his eyes closed.
Lu Shaowen closely examined Yang Fan and furrowed his brows throughout.
Unable to hold back, Shi Qinghua asked, "Elder Lu, how is Yang Fan?"
"The injury itself is no problem, but that final strike earlier depleted too much of his Inner Strength. He will recover slowly after some rest." After speaking, Lu Shaowen, with a pensive look, stared at Shi Qinghua: "What is your relationship with Yang Fan?"
Caught off guard by the sudden question, Shi Qinghua didn't know why Lu Shaowen would ask such a thing.
"Friends, we've known each other for less than three months."
"Oh!" Lu Shaowen nodded silently, "It seems you also don't know what Martial Arts technique Yang Fan used just now?"
Shi Qinghua was shocked, hardly believing Lu Shaowen.
Even the esteemed Lu Shaowen didn't know what Martial Arts Yang Fan had used; this...
