Seeing Hua Tianming, Luo Zheng smiled faintly. With a light drift, he landed by the lakeside.
Mu Mingxue followed right behind him and landed behind Luo Zheng.
Luo Zheng had originally wanted to reach out and pat Hua Tianming on the shoulder, but Mu Mingxue immediately said nervously, "Young Master..."
Luo Zheng also noticed his own hand. Although that green, oily substance had temporarily replaced his flesh and blood, it was still extremely fragile. If he accidentally shattered it with a pat, he would be the one suffering.
The instant his hand came down, he raised both hands, as if surrendering.
Seeing Luo Zheng's appearance, Luo Xixuan stared at his hands and giggled. Two tiny dimples appeared, making her look especially adorable. "Have you gotten so used to staying in the Dreamlike Battlefield that you forgot to protect yourself? Look what you've done..."
People could not die in the Dreamlike Battlefield, so many martial artists recklessly squandered their lives. After all, they would revive in the end.
After returning to the real world, that illusion did not immediately fade, and it caused certain aftereffects. This could make martial artists take life and death more lightly, keeping them from panicking as much in moments of crisis. But sometimes, it could harm them. After all, suffering a severe injury in the vast universe was not like being injured by a projection in the Dreamlike Battlefield. The slightest mistake could cost them their lives.
"I heard you were injured. I didn't expect you to get both hands into this state," Hua Tianming sighed as well.
"That's not important." Luo Zheng curled his lips. "There are many things I want to ask..."
A crafty glint surfaced on Hua Tianming's face. "Brother Luo Zheng, ask away first. I'll naturally tell you everything I know!"
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