Qi Zhengyan's indigo robe was tattered. Black blood started to flow out from his wounds throughout his body. However, his eyes were clear and he looked fine. His injuries seemed to be not that serious.
When he entered the temple, he felt it hard to see due to the bright light inside. He raised his free hand to block out the strong light and asked with concern, "Are you all right?"
"When you saw the dead fish lying outside, you must've known that we're fine." The moment he saw Senior Brother Qi return safe, Meng Qi felt happy and made a joke. "How about you, Senior Brother Qi?"
He sheathed the Purple Decease Sword on his waist. Since his left hand was badly injured, he could only use his right hand. Moreover, due to his present state, he could not wield the Purple Decease Sword.