This time, he was truly angry.
How can a person not properly cherish themselves?
It was fine for others, but if Ye Shiyuan did not cherish himself, that simply would not do.
"I am sorry." He apologized, having nothing to argue against.
Ye Shiyuan originally thought he could still hold on.
In truth, at that time Bai He's injuries were even more serious than his, so he naturally did not have the time to pay attention to his own condition.
But clearly, he had been overthinking it.
The disciples of Senior Yi Xing had their own unique advantages.
Although Bai He's origins were still unclear, his talent was extraordinary and his physical constitution was also outstanding.
There was simply no need for him to worry.
The injuries left by heavenly thunder had already recovered by seventy to eighty percent within just a few hours.
At most, he would be fully healed within a day.
"Alright, alright. I will not scold you anymore."
Ye Shiyuan lowered his gaze.
