After taking the elixir from Zhu Liang, Ye Qingchen quickly awoke. Seeing the deep concern on Zhu Liang's face, he instantly understood it was his Senior Brother who had saved him. A warmth spread through his heart, and he said gratefully, "Thank you, Senior Brother. If you hadn't arrived in time, I'm afraid I would have died here!"
Ye Qingchen looked down at Wang Ziping, who was now nothing but ashes, his expression tense. This battle had nearly cost him his life. Wang Ziping was at the Eighth Layer of the Martial Emperor Realm, a mere pawn for the Saint Heir. Even after playing all his cards and mobilizing the Mingyuan Refining Heart Array that was nourished by his own meridians, he couldn't gain the slightest advantage. In the face of absolute power, the gap in cultivation level rendered any number of trump cards useless. He needed to increase his strength as soon as possible. Otherwise, how could he ever protect the people he wanted to protect?
