Uncle Tian gazed silently in the direction of the secret chamber, murmuring in his heart, "Could it be an illusion, how could there be a Refining God Stage expert in Yan City?"
"... If it's that boy." Uncle Tian then felt a bit amused by his own thoughts. He had personally checked the boy's injuries, and even if the boy was fortunate enough to survive, he would likely be bedridden for life. Despite this, Uncle Tian still felt as if he had forgotten something, but after racking his brain for a while, he came up with nothing and eventually shook his head, deciding to stop thinking about it.
Zuo Feng was in a state akin to self-detachment at this moment, allowing his consciousness to drift between presence and absence without forcing anything. His previously dissipated consciousness suddenly revived. If it were someone else, they might desperately seek to reconnect with their consciousness to quickly escape this maddening half-dead state.
