Xue An's eyes flashed with brilliance, containing infinite anger and murderous intent, like a stormy sea, daunting to behold.
But soon, he took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, then stretched out his hand, gently placing it on Gongliang Xing's brow.
In an instant, at the point where Xue An's finger touched, a faint halo rapidly spread out, eventually covering Gongliang Xing's entire upper body.
"Old friend, wake up, I've arrived!" Xue An called softly.
Standing behind Xue An, Song Bo couldn't help but have tears of excitement well up in his eyes, and he softly murmured, "Master, wake up! Mr. Xue is already here!"
With their voices, Gongliang Xing's face became less rigid and gradually softened and became more vivid.
His eyelids also began to tremble slightly as if someone long asleep was trying to break free from a nightmare.
Xue An watched quietly.
In the Qingyang Temple, there is a secret technique known as the Green Sun Severing Life Art.
