"Ying!"
In a dimly lit stone chamber, Chu Ning slowly opened his eyes.
The first thing he heard was Ling Xiaobai's surprised cry.
"Master, you're awake!"
Chu Ning attempted to get up, but as soon as he moved, it felt as if he had been torn apart.
"This injury is indeed far worse than I imagined."
Feeling the terrible condition of his body, Chu Ning let out a bitter smile.
He had suffered severe injuries under the continuous attacks from that short, black-robed elder, a Golden Core Cultivator.
Originally, if he hadn't resorted to using Magical Power, he could have slowly recuperated without it being so serious.
However, he later forcibly drove the puppet and used the Divine Wind Escape.
This undoubtedly made his injuries more severe.
Recalling the events that had unfolded previously, Chu Ning still felt a lingering fear.
If he hadn't prepared a few beads like the Thundering Bead during a moment of boredom, intending to use them to confuse the enemy.
