"Cough, cough, cough!"
After a bout of violent coughing, Liu Xueli miraculously came back to life from the brink of death.
What was more, his originally deathly pale complexion visibly flushed with color.
In less than a minute, he was bouncing around, lively as ever.
Zhang Yang's jaw nearly dropped in astonishment. This completely defied science.
Qian Muyun, on the other hand, took it in stride.
"Thank you, Sect Master Zhang. You've saved me once again." Liu Xueli hopped up and down a few times where he stood, looking quite pleased.
"Uh—" Zhang Yang didn't know how to respond. Could he say, You're too kind?
"Actually, although we Celestial Masters are connected to the underworld and can keep reviving, it comes at a great cost. For example, if I were truly killed, even after revival, it would take several years. And everything would have to start from infancy. That would be very troublesome. Just look at him—he used to be a Profound-tier Celestial Master, but after dying once, he had to start all over again."
"So, Sect Master Zhang, the fact that you managed to preserve my last breath truly makes me very grateful."
Liu Xueli spoke with heartfelt sincerity, while Zhang Yang stood there dumbfounded. So that's how it is. No wonder Qian Muyun always acted so carefree, like some old hand—he had once been a Profound-tier Celestial Master. That was a monster equivalent to the Golden Core Stage.
"Don't mention it, don't mention it. But our top priority now is to set off at once!" Zhang Yang hurriedly said. He was in a great rush.
"Don't hurry, Sect Master Zhang. My bout of feigned death wasn't without its gains. I just made a trip to the underworld and used its message platform to send word that Monster City