"Can he really be awakened?"
Luo Zhan was instantly overjoyed.
That sword wound had indeed inflicted severe injuries on Hong Ting. However, the most troublesome issue was the Dread Witch power that had eroded him, leaving him unconscious and unable to wake.
As long as the Dread Witch power could not be removed, Hong Ting would never recover. He was practically crippled.
"Waking him won't be a problem, but healing him will be difficult."
Xu Yan tossed the pill to Luo Zhan and said, "This is a pill. Dissolve it into his body, and he'll wake up soon."
Luo Zhan looked at the pill in his hand and was astonished. With his keen spiritual perception, he naturally knew that this pill was extraordinary.
He waved his hand and dissolved the pill into Hong Ting's body. Since Xu Yan was here, the pill obviously could not be poisonous; otherwise, he would simply be courting death.
Not long after the pill dissolved into Hong Ting's body, Hong Ting slowly opened his eyes amid several pained groans.
Even his groans carried a sense of laziness.
"Uncle Luo!"
Hong Ting saw Luo Zhan. His voice was feeble, as though he could not even be bothered to utter a form of address.
"How do you feel?"
Luo Zhan was overjoyed.
"I'm not sure. I just don't want to move. I don't want to do anything..."
Hong Ting looked utterly listless.
Luo Zhan's expression changed repeatedly, and his heart sank. Hong Ting had been crippled.
Just like some of the prodigies eroded by Dread Witch power, he had fallen into ruin and would slowly die in his laziness.
"This little brother here was the one who woke you."
Luo Zhan looked toward Xu Yan and spoke solemnly.
"Thank you, brother!"
Hong Ting seemed to want to