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"Ah Hu, Tiger, don't fall asleep!"

Zhao Yanlong had prepared himself for death, but when he saw Zhao Yanhu weakly close his eyes, he called out to him on instinct.

Zhang Ping stepped forward and shifted from his Pure Water Body to a body of flesh and blood. In an instant, he struggled to breathe. The air reeked of sulfur.

In an environment like this, an ordinary person would last ten minutes at most before passing out, then die unconscious.

Awakened really were tenacious. They were practically cockroaches.

Zhang Ping shifted into his Pure Blood Body. He sent some of his blood into Zhao Yanhu to stabilize him. Otherwise, Zhao Yanhu might die before he could think of a solution.

The instant his blood touched Zhao Yanhu's, he seemed to see a man.

The man had red hair. He stood beside a huge Roc, and when he looked up at it, his smile shone as brightly as the sun.

Zhang Ping froze. The vision vanished.

Who was that?

He kept treating Zhao Yanhu as he silently wondered.

Once Zhao Yanhu's injuries were stable, Zhang Ping treated Zhao Yanlong. Sure enough, when their blood touched, he saw another vision: the red-haired man was riding a massive Firebird across the sky.

That vision also vanished in a flash and did not return.

When he finished the treatment, Zhang Ping asked, "Did your father have red hair?"

"I don't know. Tiger and I never met our father," Zhao Yanlong answered.

He looked at Zhang Ping. "Why do you ask?"

"When my blood touched yours and your brother's, I saw visions both times. Visions of a red-haired man," Zhang Ping replied.

Zhao Yanlong shook his head and frowned. "I'm not sure. Maybe..."

Something had occurred to him, but it seemed to be confidential. As