Leon Chen lay in a daze, vaguely hearing the voice of the old Taoist Chang-mei talking to the Master of the Black Abyss Valley. He had no strength, his whole body seemed to be trapped in a sea of fire, and he could only touch the boundless loneliness and despair.
He silently moved his lower lip: Senior brother...
"Come here, fellow Taoist Victor Shi, Leon Chen seems to be somewhat conscious!" The old Taoist with long eyebrows was overjoyed.
Victor Shi bowed his head, gently grabbed Leon Chen's slightly struggling right hand, and put it together in his palm.
After a while, Leon Chen calmed down, but his brows were furrowed and he looked struggling and restless from time to time.
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