Thud!
Suddenly, the sound of something falling to the ground attracted his attention.
He looked down and saw Ling Han lying on the ground, his face pale white, his eyes unfocused, and struggling to breathe.
Max stared at him for a moment, waiting for the tower spirit to take action and help him—after all, he had done it a favor by bringing him here—but sensing that it showed no signs of helping, he sighed and squatted down.
Placing a hand on his chest, he scanned his body with his bloodline sense and found that Ling Han had spent over seventy percent of his blood essence.
'This guy… he really loves his sister, huh?'
Max's impression of him improved further. Without knowing whether the tower spirit would help him recover or not, Ling Han hadn't hesitated to use his blood essence to bring him in and awaken it—all to help his sister recover.
