"Chu An!?"
Lin An suddenly froze. The aura that had surged upward in an extremely short time stalled, then, as if teleporting, instantly appeared in front of Chu An.
Beside a node in the dimness, illuminated only by a faint Deep Blue glow, Chu An seemed to have exhausted all his strength as he squeezed out of the rift.
Yet no matter what, his face remained calm. Looking at Lin An, who had rushed before him, Senior Colonel Chu merely nodded calmly and gave a soft hum.
"Where did you run off to!?"
"You can tear open spatial rifts!?"
Taking a deep breath, Lin An asked rapidly. Even though he was already Fourth Order, he could still sense that Chu An possessed only First Order strength. But after watching this man walk out of the rift with his own eyes, he would be damned if he believed Chu An was only First Order!
For some reason, he felt that Chu An, who had suddenly appeared, looked unusually pale.
At the same time, Little Mo Ling, perched on his shoulder, also turned to look at Chu An.
However, before either of them could say anything else, Chu An slightly opened his mouth as if he wanted to speak. His right hand trembled as he tried to steady his crooked glasses. The instant he opened his mouth, a mouthful of blood with a metallic sweetness poured out uncontrollably.
"Chu An!?"
Four minutes later.
In the laboratory, with only the three of them present, Lin An looked at Chu An with a complicated expression as Chu An kept feeding him various Potions, and his doubts only deepened.
Chu An was injured.
But he could not sense what was wrong with this man's body at all.
After Senior Colonel Chu refused to let him