"Pitter-patter..."
The darkness before his eyes faded, and crimson returned to his vision.
Whoosh!
An old man with a hunched back sprang out of a tiny spatial fissure.
The moment he landed, he immediately laid the figure on his back onto the ground, then viciously slapped him several times across both cheeks.
"Wake up, wake up!"
"Good heavens, this old man told you not to try it, but you insisted! Did you think the you of today was still the you of the past?"
"You're only at the Innate Stage now. What were you charging into spatial turbulence for?"
"This old man is furious!"
Cen Qiaofu even wished he could give the man on the ground a few more slaps.
But he also realized it.
Slapping him like this would not wake the unconscious man.
"Damn it."
Gritting his teeth, Cen Qiaofu pulled the little axe tucked at his waist free, his expression turning ruthless as he raised it high.
Cough, cough...
Just then, the unconscious man on the ground suddenly coughed violently twice, then...
Pfft!
The sound of blood being spat out lasted only halfway before it was forcibly swallowed back.
The masked man rolled over at lightning speed.
"What are you doing?!"
"Er..."
A bead of sweat slid down Cen Qiaofu's face. He awkwardly withdrew his hand. "It's not what you think."
"Then what is it?"
"Saving you!"
At the mention of "saving," Cen Qiaofu's anger flared again.
"I told you this old man would handle it. Couldn't you just listen?"
"Are you a child?"
"Was that spatial turbulence something you could withstand?"
The masked man remained silent, his gaze still fixed on the little axe.
Cen Qiaofu rolled his eyes irritably. "Ordinary methods couldn't wake you up. This old man could only make you wake from the