Master-Uncle!
Thanks to Jun Changxiao's all-out efforts to save him, Gu Zhaoxi finally came back to life. He lay on the bed wrapped in bandages from head to toe, his eyes fixed on the ceiling, filled with emptiness and dullness.
A month of soul-torment, the corrosion of three thousand poisons, and then being scorched by the purest, fiercest flames—the entire ordeal had truly been worse than death!
"Little brother."
Sitting beside the sickbed, Jun Changxiao wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes and said, "Surviving a great calamity and reuniting with a brother is indeed a joyous occasion, but you can't keep shedding tears."
Gu Zhaoxi weakly raised a hand and pointed outside the door, his throat producing a hoarse sound. "Let... let me be alone for a while. I want some peace and quiet..."
"Who's Jingjing?"
"..."
God, please come save me!
Although Gu Zhaoxi had endured layer upon layer of torment, his foundation was good after all. He recovered completely after only half a month of recuperation.
Because he had not died, recovering from his injuries did not make him stronger. Instead, his fear of death grew even more intense. Especially whenever he dreamed of Erya, he would jolt awake in terror, drenched in cold sweat.
It tortured him like a nightmare for several days before he gradually began to recover.
"Little brother."
One day, Jun Changxiao specially held a feast at his residence and said, "It has been more than ten years since you and I parted in the Lower Realm. Today, we won't go home until we're drunk!"
"Alright!"
Gu Zhaoxi readily agreed.
"A Niu."
Jun Changxiao said, "Take a seat."
"Yes."
Ye Xingchen took his seat, a trace of pride flashing through his eyes.
This time, he had come to entertain the guest