Fang Qingyu's unconscious body was steadily caught by Qin Hui and Lv Chen, while Jiang Wei on his back was carefully lifted off.
In the chaos.
A deep blue figure had silently appeared beside Fang Qingyu at some unknown time.
It was the old man who had descended from the heavens and killed the flesh monster in a strike.
The Pavilion Master of Dragon Abyss Pavilion, Yan Shouzheng.
He crouched down, his withered fingers as swift and precise as eagle claws, touched Fang Qingyu's mangled wrist, and a mere touch withdrew.
His eyes, deep like ancient wells, swept over Fang Qingyu's broken body.
A barely perceptible furrow appeared on his brow, then smoothed out.
"Not Micro," Yan Shouzheng's voice was not loud, yet clearly penetrated the surrounding noise and doubts, carrying a kind of irrefutable certainty, "It's Profound."
As soon as these words came out, Zhao Qiming, Su Wanqing, Zheng Xiaohai, Chen Tiejun, and others listening intently unconsciously twitched at the mouth.
