"I... I'm out!"
Yao Ming's withered body trembled violently in the water. Feeling freedom for the first time in ages, he threw back his head and roared, his voice filled with wild joy and venomous resentment.
Hundreds of years!
Hundreds of years without a glimpse of daylight, hundreds of years of brutal torture!
At last, he had seen the light of day again!
After the surge of emotion passed, he abruptly turned around and respectfully dropped to one knee before the blue-robed figure, who seemed like a deity to him.
"Thank you, sir, for saving my life!" He paused, then asked solemnly, "May I ask your esteemed name?"
Watching his excitement, Han Feng raised a hand and used a gentle force to steady his unsteady body.
"Han Feng," he said blandly, taking out a medicinal pill from his Storage Ring and tossing it over. "Take this first and stabilize your injuries. We shouldn't linger here. We need to leave as soon as possible."
Yao Ming caught the pill and swallowed it without hesitation. It melted upon entering his mouth, turning into a warm current that swiftly repaired his battered soul.
His awe and gratitude toward Han Feng deepened further.
The two did not delay any longer, immediately setting off toward the surface of the springs.
On their way back, the frigid black snakes filling the surroundings attacked once more.
A trace of savagery flashed through Yao Ming's eyes. Familiar with the clan's secret arts, he let out a low roar at the countless snakes, one that came from deep within his bloodline.
That roar seemed to contain supreme authority. The fearless swarm of dark snakes reacted as though they had encountered their natural predator, retreating in terror and opening a path for the two of them.
With that trouble avoided,