"Old Fourth, don't sleep, you mustn't sleep. Master will be here soon, just hold on a bit longer," Yan Xiaohu tightly held Zhou Qing, shouting hoarsely.
Finally, Zhou Qing's eyelids trembled slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes.
Seeing this, Yan Xiaohu burst into tears of joy, crying out loud.
He almost lost his junior brother.
"Senior Brother... I, I'm fine... you crying... looks so... ugly..."
Zhou Qing said weakly.
He never imagined that after his Golden Core was removed, the pain would be this intense, as if all the essence and spirit in his body had been drained.
After all, that was a cultivator's only source of spiritual power.
But so what, in a while, I'll be back on my feet!
At this moment, he felt an unprecedented gratitude towards his second uncle. If it weren't for the wisp of Heavenly Dao Qi he gave him, he would have been truly crippled this time.
