Jealousy... Zhang Mei?

A week. That was how long it took Xie Qing to overcome the Heavenly Sorrow that had been tormenting him relentlessly. It was impossible to count the number of lightning strikes that had hit his mortal body, causing him so much pain and suffering.

Fortunately for him, the clouds dispersed, and the thunder grew quieter and quieter until it disappeared completely.

"Ha-a-a…"

A deep breath filled with suffering and helplessness was heard from Xie Qing, who now looked like charcoal.

He tried to stand up—at least, he attempted to. His body trembled, and then he fell back to the same spot. Every bone in his body ached, and even the slightest movement of his little finger caused him unbearable pain.

"Damn lightning. I must have done something terrible in my past life," Xie Qing thought to himself with self-pity and closed his eyes, feeling exhausted. "Can't I even control my younger brother? Damn, this is so tiring."