Chen Pingping was still alive; he had not fallen.
Everyone was aghast.
At some unknown point, he had recovered his vitality. His blood qi was vigorous, his Divine Soul potent. He stood quietly upon the ruins, watching the formidable enemies approaching to kill.
He was very calm. This "stillness" gave one a sense of returning to primal simplicity, as if he were a stone, a tree, a blade of grass, a speck of dust in the universe...
He looked at Li Chaoge. "Is it you?" he asked, the words seemingly nonsensical.
Li Chaoge remained silent.
The powerhouses who had charged out also stopped at this moment.
"Li Chaoge, Li Pu... So it was you." Chen Pingping's eyes opened fully, and he then walked forward step by step. "A descendant of the Divine Clan, your cultivation method is so peculiar; truly a rarity in this world."
