In the blink of an eye, footsteps were heard outside the door, and Wang Zhan's gaze already turned toward the entrance.
Even before Sword Spirit arrived, Wang Zhan had already sensed his presence. After all, the two had long been very familiar with each other, so they understood one another well; just the other's presence nearby was enough to sense his aura fluctuations.
Suddenly, the door was pushed open, and Sword Spirit walked in slowly from outside, a helpless smile tugging at his lips as he gazed at Wang Zhan for a while, his eyes gradually growing more moist.
At his level of power, he could naturally tell at a glance that Wang Zhan was gravely injured, and that the situation was much worse than he imagined.
Sword Spirit clenched his fists tightly. After taking a quick stride to Wang Zhan's side, he directly embraced him and started crying loudly.
This made Wang Zhan feel somewhat embarrassed. It was the first time he saw Sword Spirit like this.
