Silence returned to the small courtyard.
Only the sound of the wind and Luo Qingzhou's heavy breathing could be heard.
He stood where he was, his chest heaving violently.
His clothes were torn and he was covered in bruises.
Many parts of his skin had already split open, and his flesh was mangled.
The pain came in waves.
The strong smell of blood still lingered in his mouth and throat.
All the muscles in his body began to tremble, and his legs began to go weak.
It was not because he was afraid of killing someone for the first time, but because his body and mind, which had been tense for too long, finally relaxed.
After a while.
He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and staggered a few steps. He leaned against a big tree behind him and slowly sat down.
"Huff… Huff…"
His heavy breathing sounded exceptionally clear in the silent forest.