Prophet Bai Shuang fell to his knees before Luo De with a thud.
His words were incredibly devout, his voice trembling.
This was both a gesture of respect to Luo De and due to his legs truly being unable to hold him.
"Rise."
Luo De waved his hand at Prophet Bai Shuang, "It's time to deal with the real matters. We don't have much time to waste."
"Yes, Saint Master."
Prophet Bai Shuang quickly responded, bracing his hands on the ground in an attempt to stand up.
But as soon as he exerted effort, his legs began to tremble violently, unable to support his weight.
Prophet Bai Shuang struggled several times but ultimately couldn't stand steady.
His face showed an awkward expression, with beads of cold sweat appearing on his forehead.
Seeing this, Luo De hurriedly signaled to the hunters beside him.
"You guys, go help him up."
Two muscular hunters immediately stepped forward, holding Prophet Bai Shuang's arms on either side, carefully raising him from the ground.
