Zhao Yi: "You brat, don't make it sound so tragic, okay? In the end are you comforting me, or am I comforting you?"
Lin Shuyou: "It doesn't matter anymore."
Zhao Yi: "Fine."
Lin Shuyou had originally planned to carry Zhao Yi back to where he was, but at Zhao Yi's request, he carried him over to stand in front of Brother Xiao Yuan.
Zhao Yi rubbed his wrist, then touched the spot over his heart, and said in surprise:
"Hey, the crack of my Gate of Life and Death has changed a bit."
The crack of the Gate of Life and Death had been stimulated by a real brush with life and death, and was no longer the same as before.
Li Zhiyuan: "Now is not the time to think about gains. If you die, everything goes to waste."
Zhao Yi steadied his mind. After a while, he spread his hands, looked at his palm lines, then raised both hands to his face to feel his own bones.
"It feels like something's been left inside my body. I need some time to examine exactly what it is."
