Snowflakes drift down, landing on Xuan Shang's haggard face.
Since the decisive battle that shaped the future of the Zhenwu Sect, Xuan Shang initially was doing somewhat better, at least looking like a person, but gradually he became more despondent and disheveled, eventually unable to leave his reclining chair, lazing in it every day.
If it weren't for him being a martial artist of the True Pill Realm with a remarkable physique, his body might have collapsed long ago.
"Junior Brother, now that the Zhenwu Sect is about to enter a period of growth, if you can contribute, it would ease some burdens. You need to think clearly; you're not doing it for the Sect Leader, but for the Zhenwu Sect."
Xuanfeng tried every possible way to persuade him, but alas, you can't wake a person pretending to sleep.
Although Xuan Shang was still conscious and could hear, he didn't want to listen, nor did he want to admit to his past confusion.
