At dawn, Zhong Wuwang opened his eyes, lying on the ground, motionless.
His eyes lacked luster, and after a long time, his eyeballs moved slightly. He sat up dully, seeming dazed and confused.
Zhong Wuwang sat there for a long time before staggering to his feet. He raised his hand to touch his forehead, finding a smear of blood at the center of his brows.
Zhong Wuwang repeatedly stared at the bloodstain between his brows, struggling to recall, only feeling a splitting headache.
"I've been injured."
He discerned the direction, and after a moment, remembered the road, heading towards Despair Slope.
Wen Wuyu followed his master, Qingheng Daoist, to the Welcome Immortal Tower, preparing to return to Despair Slope.
The Heavenly Dao Divine Eye above scanned them all around, Wen Wuyu said, "Master, has Senior Brother truly become an Immortal?"
