After placing Deng Datong onto his bed, Li Qubing examined Deng Datong properly before he shook his head and sighed. "I didn't expect his injury to be this bad. Could it be that he's been punished by the Saint?"
"That's impossible, right?" Du Ying hastily responded. "The Saint won't raise her fists, after all."
Li Qubing retorted, "Then who else could've attacked him? It's even less plausible that he got so mad that he attacked himself, right?"
"Maybe he was frightened by the Saint?" Du Ying suggested.
It was not her first time seeing such a situation, after all.
The Saint was a person of high influence. Even the greatest of heroes were nothing in the face of her, and should these people be chastised by the Saint, they would become humiliated.
Although no one had ever been injured because of it, it was still quite frightening to see.
However, it was possible that Deng Datong had been humiliated to that extent this time around.