"Senior Brother, it hurts, it hurts so much!"
In a void, surrounded by endless darkness, a broken figure wails in agony, bloodied hands constantly waving toward Zhong Lin, the voice full of pleading.
Zhong Lin, who was cultivating, suddenly opened his eyes and touched his chest.
Just now, while cultivating, Long Zhao's voice inexplicably appeared in his mind.
One must know that his current cultivation has already comprehended life and death; the strength of his divine soul would never allow such a voice to appear during cultivation without reason.
"Long Zhao..."
Zhong Lin's eyes were full of uncertainty; at this moment, he had confirmed that something must have happened to Long Zhao; otherwise, he wouldn't suddenly hear Long Zhao's voice during cultivation without reason.
Since their parting in Heavenly Sea Country years ago, there had been no contact except for Long Zhao sending over a cultivation technique from the Sea Suppressing Sect.
