Long Yan had only just regained consciousness and was still in a dazed, muddled state.
After listening to Yang Yuanzhao's long speech, he remained stunned for quite a while before finally grasping what he meant.
"Y-you mean you want me to go out and act as bait?"
Long Yan pointed blankly at himself and asked.
Yang Yuanzhao nodded with a broad smile. "That's right, exactly. It seems there's nothing seriously wrong with your Mind and Spirit Sea of Consciousness—your physical injuries are just rather severe."
"But that's no great matter. Take this healing spirit pill of mine, and within half a quarter-hour, your injuries will be fully healed. Then you can go out—"
"I'm not going!"
Before Yang Yuanzhao could finish, Long Yan shook his head and waved his hands repeatedly, his face full of terror. "I'll be burned to death! I'm absolutely not going! Absolutely not!"
Seeing his reaction, Yang Yuanzhao did not rush him. He merely reminded him to take the pill first and recover from his injuries.
Yet because of the proposal just now, Long Yan's eyes were full of suspicion as he looked at the pill in his hand.
"Healing pills, I... I have my own. Take this back... Thank you, Daoist friend..."
He returned the pill to Yang Yuanzhao, then rummaged through his belongings, took out a storage spirit treasure he wore close to his body, and retrieved a pill to swallow.
This dragon-descended prodigy, who had been arrogant and high-spirited not long ago, had undergone a tremendous change in both words and conduct after nearly dying in the fire pool. Today's events had clearly frightened him badly.
Had it been before, the moment Long Yan encountered Yang Yuanzhao, he would surely have attacked without a word, taught this impostor a lesson, and let him