Lie Changfeng's outlook was remarkably optimistic. The depletion of his dantian had not upset him at all; on the contrary, he was delighted.
Unlike Su Jiu, he considered himself lucky-far luckier, even, than most of his fellow disciples who had been infected by demonic qi and ultimately could not be saved. Now, not only was he no longer at risk of demonization, but he had also snatched his life back.
To him, this was nothing short of an unexpected blessing.
When the demon seed had first infected him two months earlier, he had already prepared himself to die. Thus, when he asked Shu Bai and Mo Yan to raise their swords and kill him, he had felt little reluctance. He merely pitied his teammates, who would probably suffer for a while...
Just as they had suffered when they sent Zhou Xing on his final journey.
Zhou Xing, who had lived so brightly and freely, who had always known how to smooth over every conflict within the team...
When he felt Su Jiu's innate origin qi coursing through his body, he could not help wondering whether everything would have been different if she had awakened two months earlier.
Perhaps Zhou Xing would not have had to die.
Of course, these were only fanciful thoughts born of a moment's confusion. He knew there were no ifs in this world.
It was simply that thinking of Zhou Xing still made him sad.
After that warm current had circulated through his body several times, it suddenly withdrew before he even noticed.
Lie Changfeng was dazed. Then an overwhelming weakness swept over him. Had Shu Bai not supported him from behind, he might already have collapsed to the ground.
He heard the companion he had not seen in so long say calmly, "He's all right