Zhou Yi's mind was in a daze, overwhelmed with sorrow.
Just at this moment...
"Hah!"
A strange force came from behind, infusing into his limbs and bones, making Zhou Yi feel as if he were immersed in spring water, his body completely at ease, and the severe pain gradually dissipated.
Like this, who knows for how long.
The strange true power slowly faded away, and Zhou Yi returned from his dreamlike state to reality, hurriedly inspecting his body. To his surprise, he found that many of his bleeding wounds had now scabbed over.
Shen Hex lowered his hands and looked at the bewildered Zhou Yi, asking, "How do you feel?"
"Good, good..."
Zhou Yi was stunned for a moment, then quickly reacted, hurriedly propping himself up and kneeling before Shen Hex, "Thank you, old immortal, for saving my life."
At this moment, Shen Hex was dressed in a raincoat, his hair uncovered, and his white hair was apparent. His face was lined with wrinkles, seemingly like an old man of the Jianghu.
