Li Zhiyuan ended the Walking Yin state and reached out to rub his forehead.
The young man's mind felt somewhat groggy, but it was still within an acceptable range.
Learning, after all, requires a certain price to be paid.
Fortunately, he had companions this time.
Zhao Yi's body went limp, but thanks to Tan Wenbin's quick reflexes, he caught him just in time to prevent him from falling and hitting the back of his head.
In a short period, the Life and Death Door repeatedly opened and closed, akin to dancing on the edge of the Ghost Gate, causing the body to be repeatedly tormented.
Zhao Yi, however, was gradually getting accustomed to it, with old shackles nearly becoming just a trick at his fingertips; this was indeed great progress.
"Hoo..."
Zhao Yi cautiously reached his hand to feel Tan Wenbin's back. Seeing it wasn't as cold as last time, he climbed on by himself.
Tan Wenbin carried him and said, "Mr. Zhao is really skilled."
