Only moments ago, he had defeated the four great Martial Dao masters of the Present World in succession, under the gaze of all under heaven, preparing step by step to ascend a supreme peak unseen in all of antiquity and the present.
Yet after a single sword strike, he entered the Heaven-Man state again and nearly drowned in the deep sea of the Heavenly Dao.
This sudden Deceiving Heaven journey, born of a flash of inspiration, had risen high only to plummet sharply.
Life's blessings and disasters could turn within a single morning or evening.
Ye Lingxiao was exceedingly clever. Of course, he understood the regret contained in that faint sigh.
But he only narrowed his eyes and said, "Like a dream... What exactly does that mean? Can you take a beating or not?"
"Qingyu! An'an!" Jiang Wang sprang to his feet and headed straight beyond the training ground, a brilliant smile already on his face. "Grandmaster Wu is truly formidable! His martial intent toppled the spirit, sinking one into a Heaven-Man dream. I carelessly fell for it too!"
Ye Qingyu looked at him, unable to speak for a moment.
Had there been few days spent on tenterhooks while being around someone like Jiang Wang?
In the Demon Realm, in the Lost Realm, in far too many moments...
When she had cried out for her father to save them, she had truly been frightened out of her wits. Even now, her body still felt somewhat weightless, as if her Primordial Spirit were about to leave it.
Jiang An'an circled Jiang Wang, waving a medical disc etched with meridians on one side and star charts on the other, pinching him here and there. "Does anything hurt? Do you feel unwell anywhere?"
Jiang Wang casually plucked the medical disc from her hand.