"See? Didn't I say I was right? This guy survived a great calamity—there's bound to be good fortune waiting for him."
"Even if we did nothing, he wouldn't have died. Right now, we merely gave fate a little push and repaid the debt of saving our lives."
"Fate can be a strange thing sometimes."
"When your life isn't meant to end, no matter what you do, you won't die. Really, believe me."
Watching this sudden turn of events, the young man who had just advocated force-feeding him medicinal pills smugly addressed the other two.
The two of them were utterly speechless. They had never imagined that this would actually work.
It seemed the fellow before them really did have a few tricks up his sleeve.
He looked frivolous and carefree, with every word and gesture carrying a hint of flippancy—but who knew what kind of person he truly was beneath the surface?
When traveling the world, one still had to keep things hidden. As for how much one hid, only one's own heart knew.
Once Li Xiaoyao's injuries had completely healed, the three of them saw that he still had not awakened and could not help growing anxious.
"That's not right. We fed him so many medicinal pills. His injuries have clearly healed, and there's nothing wrong with his Primordial Spirit. Why isn't he waking up?"
"Yeah, there's nothing wrong with him, so why hasn't he awakened? Strange. I don't get it. I can't figure it out."
"Look, white vapor is starting to rise from his body. What is that?"
The last young man stared at the white vapor beginning to emerge from Li Xiaoyao's skin, his face full of confusion.
"I don't know. I've never seen this situation before either. I can't make sense of it. What do we