Early the next morning.
Liu Zixuan got up early, just like when he first arrived at Lingxiu Village, taking a stroll outside the clinic, breathing in the familiar and fresh air, feeling incredibly relaxed.
If it weren't for the black palm print on his chest, he would feel as though nothing had happened.
When he returned to the clinic, everyone was already waiting in the living room, and they all looked towards him.
Clearly, they had learned about what happened yesterday from Jiang Yunxuan and Huzi.
"Master Xuan, I didn't expect you to make such a big sacrifice for the Martial Realm."
"Yeah, it's also our fault for being incapable and unable to help you!"
Listening to everyone's words, Liu Zixuan waved his hand: "The matter is already in the past, let's not talk about these things anymore!"
