When Daxton woke up, he felt a slight coolness coming from the wounds on his body. The burning pain that was worse than death before was relieved a lot.
He reluctantly opened his eyes, and saw a figure leaning close to him, kneeling on one knee, looking down to check on his condition.
The black hem lay flat on the moss-covered stone floor in the gap. An ancient long sword was pressed heavily on it, and several empty medicine bottles were poured upside down.
The sword is Xuansu. He still had that gentle and handsome face, but it was much paler than usual, and his face looked tired.
Of course it's Cedric's face. At this time, only Cedric would come to see him.
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