Li Jingjun had an injury on her leg, making her movements quite inconvenient... Luckily, Zhou Qianmo had already escaped, and in such a miserable state, there was absolutely no possibility of him returning.
Or rather, if he did return, the dignified Guiyuan Realm Grandmaster might just be courting death, after all, Xu Lingjun's recovery power was unknown to others, but Li Jingjun was well aware of it. By then, he would definitely have recovered his strength and could fight without worries.
She slowly moved to Xu Lingjun's side, carefully lifting his head to rest on her lap.
She asked with concern, "Xu Lingjun, are you alright?"
"I'm fine, just feel like I've been drained dry."
Xu Lingjun's face was pale, but fortunately, it was just pale.
Resting in Li Jingjun's embrace, he looked at the Spark Prism in his hand with a wry smile.
A man remains a boy till death...
This saying is indeed true.
