"Her injuries aren't serious. She'll recover after a moment of meditation."
Li Chang'an withdrew his Magical Power, relieved.
Nearby.
Chang Lan stared at him blankly, her heart reeling in disbelief.
It was difficult to associate the Li Chang'an of this moment with the 'turtle' from the rumors.
Moving alone through the chaotic Black Dragon Mountain Range, immobilizing an Array with a single strike of his staff, and slaying a Demon Beast in one blow—he cut the figure of a decisive and ruthless expert!
Though he looked young, he exuded an air of resilience and aged wisdom, like a senior who had weathered endless ages. He seemed trustworthy at a glance, inspiring an unconscious desire to rely on him.
At this moment.
Xu Sijing was every bit as shocked as Chang Lan.
She took a deep breath, quelling the storm in her heart, then cupped her hands in thanks.
"Thank you for your help, Daoist Li."
"It was no trouble."
