Ye Qing was worried about Du Canglang's condition. Upon hearing Wen'er's words, he hurriedly ran to the back and opened the trunk.
Inside the trunk, Du Canglang was curled up. Due to his severe injuries, he didn't even have the strength to struggle or moan. Moreover, with his lifespan nearing its end, he had grown noticeably haggard. His hair was completely white, his face was covered with wrinkles, and a sense of death loomed over him. Ye Qing looked at him and could clearly feel that Du Canglang's situation was really close to death.
Du Canglang had also awakened by now. Seeing Ye Qing, his expression changed, and a gleam flashed in his eyes. He stared at Ye Qing for a while, then suddenly smiled and, using almost all of his strength, said: "Ye Qing, you've finally come. Good! Good! Good!"
