Old Guo smiled and said, "Because this Different Space of mine happens to be above the summit of Phoenix Mountain, which is your good fortune. If you had fought the Black Hole Clan's chief guardian, Tian Yi, elsewhere, I might not have received news of your injury so quickly or been able to assist you as promptly.
In the realm of fate, there is destiny, Ye Tian, you still have more important tasks, so for now, you are destined not to die! Including this time, your battle with Elder Nan Feng is the same; you cannot die because your war with the Black Hole Clan has yet to end!"
"That seems to be the case! It looks like my luck is really good!"
Ye Tian smiled, and simultaneously, the surgery on his right arm was nearly completed. The mechanical arm was no longer connecting Ye Tian's veins but was starting to stitch up the wound.
