"I still can't remember..." Zuo Wentian said with a wry smile.
"The crisis Master faced back then was unprecedented... When that Abyss Lord attacked you, I was frantic. I was afraid that if I held back any longer, you would fall to his vicious hands, so I subconsciously gathered all my strength and unleashed that saber strike."
"It was like... an innate instinct."
Shen Lang nodded and said, "I see... As long as you're alright. Swallow this drop of Life Spiritual Liquid and focus on your recovery."
As he spoke, Shen Lang flicked his finger, and a drop of Life Spiritual Liquid flew toward Zuo Wentian.
"Master, no! You are still severely injured and need this more than I do..." Zuo Wentian didn't accept the drop of Life Spiritual Liquid.
