Nolan Rong was practicing the forbidden art of splitting his mind, while the other half of his body was practicing outside surrounded by ferocious beasts. This was only the beginning. The excessive mental consumption during enlightenment would also have some impact on him. Nolan Rong was a little uncomfortable, so he stood up to rest. He was happened to be seen by his disciple. Nolan Rong did not feel how embarrassing his weak appearance was, but it would be bad if more people saw it. He held the wall and waved with special majesty.
"Help the Master go back and rest."
Without saying anything, Trevor Ye squatted down three inches, allowing Nolan Rong's outstretched arm to rest on his shoulder, then he leaned closer and naturally put his arm around his master's waist, saying, "There's no one here, Master, hold on tight, and lean on me if you feel tired."
Nolan Rong hesitated for a while, then leaned over with his eyes half-closed, still standing upright, but putting almost his entire body weight on him.
Trevor Ye supported Nolan Rong and put his wide light blue robe on his master to cover his face. His master had always been strong and never showed weakness to others. Now he was the master of a peak, and even if his cultivation was not enough, he would not like to be seen in a weak state.
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