The brilliant light surrounding An Mo and Teng Yunxiao continued to spread, illuminating in a blinding golden-green aura.
Su Qinglan stared anxiously at the two figures, her heart pounding against her ribs. Beside her, Xuan Long could no longer sit still, his bloodshot eyes burning with desperate panic.
"What is happening to him?!" Xuan Long demanded, his voice trembling. "Why isn't he waking up?!"
An Mo did not answer immediately. He kept one palm pressed firmly against Teng Yunxiao's chest, his divine aura slowly and methodically entering the ancient man's body.
After a long, agonizing moment, An Mo finally opened his mouth, his voice dark and heavy. "He was cursed."
Xuan Long's expression changed instantly. "Cursed?"
An Mo nodded grimly. "It seems someone forcibly imprisoned him here a long time ago. Not only was his body trapped inside this mountain, but his beast core was forcibly torn from his body."
Su Qinglan's green eyes widened in shock. "His core?!"
