"Are you okay, Lu Luo?"
This was already the third time Qi Xinzhu had asked this question.
Was Lu Luo okay? He definitely wasn't. Lu Luo knew this very well himself, and Qi Xinzhu also understood it clearly. They remained silent, largely because their hearts struggled to accept certain realities.
But this time, Lu Luo chose not to conceal anything. After a moment of silence, he said, "My powers have completely vanished, and there seems to be some problem with my body."
Lu Luo then lifted his palm, which was missing two fingers.
Seeing Lu Luo's severed fingers, Qi Xinzhu quickly placed his palm against her chest. "Don't worry, I have a Healer. Such injuries can definitely be healed."
Am I lying to Lu Luo or to myself? Qi Xinzhu wondered. Ever since Lu Luo lay in the center of the Doomsday Disc, she had sensed that her Healer seemed to have repaired his body. Yet, the deathly stillness about Lu Luo showed no sign of improvement.
