But where on earth had this man gotten himself into such terrible trouble? He was so badly wounded that Coroa could not even approach him. Come to think of it, Ye Changsheng had suddenly come crashing down, hadn't he? So he had fallen out of the sky—but how had he appeared there?
Unfortunately, Ye Changsheng had passed out and could not answer his questions. Judging by his injuries, he would not wake up anytime soon. Whether he would ever wake up at all was another question.
Fortunately, Ye Changsheng had always been hard to kill. When he woke, he sensed someone nearby. The familiar presence belonged to Coroa, and it carried an intense eagerness to try something.
He opened his eyes to see Coroa crouching a short distance away, still sporting a youthful, vibrant face after all these years, trying to toss Healing Potions onto him. Unfortunately, the moment a potion bottle drew close, the lingering power around his body shredded it to dust.
Undeterred, Coroa began picking through his supplies, intending to throw more bottles at him.
One glance was enough for Ye Changsheng to assess his condition. Coroa's response was certainly novel.
"You're awake?" Noticing that Ye Changsheng had woken, Coroa looked utterly natural and pleasantly surprised. He casually put away all the potion bottles in his hands. "As you can see, it's not that I don't want to help. I simply can't get close. What is all this stuff around you? It's terrifying."
Coroa touched the scars on his face. His initial injuries had already healed; these were from yesterday, when he had stubbornly tried to approach again. What was even more terrifying was that Ye Changsheng was still alive amid such dreadful power.
Though he had been unable to approach all this time, he had kept