Hong Tianbao coughed slightly.
It seemed that ever since the Jiangzhou incident, the flesh plague within his body was becoming more active, as if about to consume him completely.
Suffering, torment, pain beyond endurance.
But he did not want to die, at least not now.
'Knock knock knock'
A knocking sound came from outside the door. Hong Tianbao dragged his weary body to the door and suddenly his pupils contracted.
In his divine thought perception, outside the door was empty.
And that knocking sound, it wasn't a real physical collision—the sound resonated within the mind.
Hong Tianbao's body suddenly tensed up.
Chen Qiusheng?
Or Chen Daoling?
He reached out and lightly tapped different parts of his body, silently releasing some hidden confinements.
Turning the door handle, he opened the door.
Outside the door, there was an old man.
"Who are you?"
Hong Tianbao stood tense, staring at the old man, certain he looked familiar but unable to recall where they had met.
