When Wang Longhu returned to Zhenwu Temple covered in blood and wounds, Changfeng, who was washing his feet with a copper basin while reading, was stupefied.
He couldn't have imagined that Wang Longhu, who had gone out perfectly fine, would come back looking like this.
Bam.
Exchanging a glance with Changfeng, Wang Longhu's tightly maintained willpower finally gave in, and as he relaxed, he immediately fainted on the spot.
"Master! Master! Something big happened!"
...
When Wang Longhu slowly opened his eyes, he found himself lying on a bed in Zhenwu Temple, with a stick of incense burning on the table beside him, the fragrance was very pleasant.
"Hiss..." Wang Longhu struggled to sit up from the bed and looked down to see that his body had been wrapped with several layers of bandages by someone.
It must have been the work of Celestial Martial Arts Daoist or Changfeng.
Recalling the events before he fainted, Wang Longhu was suddenly overcome with anger.
