In that instant, he felt a pleasant warmth around him. So this was the warmth ghost fire brought? It did not seem quite so unbearable after all.
"You dumbass, open your fucking eyes!"
Whose voice was that? And whom was it calling?
Thwack!
The disciple who had been waiting to die suddenly felt a sharp pain in his head.
Then he froze in astonishment. He discovered that he was actually enveloped in a golden barrier, along with the fellow disciple who had struck him on the head.
Seeing that his friend had finally opened his eyes, the fellow disciple wore a rare expression other than indifference. He looked as though he were watching an idiot, with a trace of sympathy and a hint of schadenfreude.
"That peaceful look you had just now, like you were about to pass on-were you waiting to die?"
His friend rarely spoke, but whenever he did, his words always hit the nail on the head.
The disciple who had been waiting to die flushed as red as a cooked crab in an instant. "Nonsense! I knew I would be saved."
His friend could not be bothered to argue with him over it and merely offered a perfunctory, "Oh."
The disciple who had been waiting to die felt that perhaps more than just his face was red now. His whole body felt as though it had been steamed, making him want to flee.
Still, he remembered that he was a disciple of the Enforcement Hall and changed the subject as naturally as he could. "What exactly happened?"
The other disciple pointed at Xia Jue, who was fighting Wenren Qingtang. "The Hall Master saved us."
"You really did nearly die earlier. Do you know how you survived?"
"The Hall Master foresaw this and sent Little Jade to