Ogao's words had not yet fallen when his movements abruptly stopped.
A hand lightly reached out and pressed against his forehead. Then, before his and Meng Sang's horrified eyes, it was as though time had turned back. The spreading blood began to draw in, the shattered organs reorganized themselves, and the gaping wounds closed once more.
Life returned.
Only when that hand slowly withdrew did they see Ji Jue, who had appeared here at some unknown point.
"Ji... Mister Ji?!"
Ogao froze. Ignoring the pain wracking his body, he instinctively tried to rise, only to be pressed down from afar by a casually flicked finger.
"Don't rush to move. At most, this is just some patchwork like surgery. You're still in pieces. Let's see—poison, gunshot wounds, a fractured spine... Your heart was practically ripped out. You really are hard to kill."
Ji Jue sighed, pulled over a chair, and sat down before praising him.
"Not a bad idea."
After all, creations of the Eternal Gate had always been rare. Who could have expected that Ogao possessed something even William did not? And who could have expected that Ogao had bound the teleportation point to that idiot nephew of his?
In front of William, he had complained about how troublesome it was to look after a child. He had publicly cursed and berated Meng Sang more than once or twice, too.
And every time, he had used the child as something to throw around. He had actually managed to establish a fixed trajectory through it.
Even Meng Sang himself had never expected that the ring his father gave him hid such a function...
But everything now unquestionably proved the strength of his luck, the decisiveness of his escape, and the correctness of his judgment.
Across the entire Endless Sea, there was