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Ye Xuan's chest was pierced by a gunshot, blood continuously flowing. Fortunately, Ying Tian retracted his spear in time; otherwise, with the power of the Emperor Spear, one strike would have been enough to assassinate Ye Xuan.
Ying Tian inquired kindly, but Ye Xuan did not respond. He merely stared straight ahead, fixating on the stars in the sky and the moon.
"Big brother, are you okay?"
Seeing Ye Xuan not responding, Ying Tian grew more anxious, worried that something might happen to Ye Xuan, and questioned him.
Ye Xuan did not respond, simply staring blankly, raising his head to look at the sky.
"Slap slap!"
The blank expression on Ye Xuan's face made Ying Tian's expression tense. He quickly slapped Ye Xuan twice, trying to wake him up.
Yet even so, Ye Xuan remained silent, merely staring blankly at the sky.
Soon after, Ye Xuan closed his eyes, bent his legs, and naturally sat cross-legged on the ground.
