THUD!
Three figures plummeted from the sky, smashing heavily toward the ground.
Dozens of thick roots burst from the earth, weaving themselves into a nest that gently caught the three of them.
"Big Brother!"
"Fellow Daoist!"
Zhu Shuang'er and Jianmu looked with worry at the battered Zhu Ju.
"I'm fine."
Zhu Ju shook his head.
He did not look fine.
His chest and abdomen were riddled with holes like a sieve, half his head was gone, and he was missing two limbs.
But as the words left his mouth, his terrifying injuries began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.
In the blink of an eye, he was as good as new.
"What an incredible Method, Fellow Daoist!"
Jianmu exclaimed in amazement,
"This old one has scraped by for who knows how many years, yet I've been a frog in a well, ignorant of the world's many Wonderful Dharmas."
The sight was utterly shocking to it.
