"Little Jiang, you're down here! What happened to you? Why do you look so weak?" Ning Qingdeng turned and saw Jiang Hai. He could not help feeling a little embarrassed at being caught talking behind his back, but Jiang Hai's appearance quickly drew his attention.
Jiang Hai's aura was brimming with vitality. Compared with four years ago, he had matured considerably and grown much taller, transforming from a boy into a man who could stand tall beneath the heavens.
Yet his lips were cracked, his skin was extremely dry, and his eyes were bloodshot, as though he had stayed awake for a very long time. The brilliance in those eyes, however, was astonishing.
A White Sea Eagle flew over and landed on the young man's shoulder.
"Nine Treasures Turn Into Glazed Glass!" Ning Qingdeng recited the soul incantation. An exquisite Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda appeared in his hand, and seven soul rings rose from beneath his feet, circling the pagoda's seven corresponding tiers. Lights lit up one after another and fell upon Jiang Hai. His aura rapidly recovered, giving him the exhilarating sensation of parched earth welcoming long-awaited rain.
"Water!" Jiang Hai said hoarsely.
Gong Ruxian tossed him a wineskin. "I don't have water. Will wine do?"
Without a word, Jiang Hai caught the wineskin and poured its contents straight down his throat. "Any more?"
"Yes!" Gong Ruxian tossed him wineskin after wineskin.
Under Gong Ruxian's increasingly peculiar gaze, Jiang Hai exhaled a breath of wine and felt as though he had come back to life.
A dark-red Coffin appeared behind him, and six soul rings slowly rose from beneath his feet.
Black, black, black, black... red... red!
The two red soul rings radiated powerful auras. One bore a purple-gold light pattern, while the other bore three scarlet-gold light