The grass swayed gently in the wind.
Lin Zhi struggled to get up. He was trembling. Everything hurt when he tried to move. Bruises were evident in the corner of his mouth. He looked disheveled and ragged.
He lowered his head, not daring to look up. He was afraid of attracting attention.
At this moment, only Jiang Hao was looking at him. He got feedback from the ability.