Xian Lingzi gave a bitter smile, shook his head, and said, "Forget it, I know the extent of my injuries; it will take at least a hundred years to recover."
These are injuries to the origin, which have a significant impact on a person, and he was well aware of it.
His expression was somewhat gloomy; he was close to becoming a Divine General, but now his origin had been damaged.
It would take at least a hundred years for him to break through.
By that time, his peers might have already taken that step ahead of him.
Thinking of this, he gritted his teeth.
The other party may not have had a firm resolve to kill him, but as long as they severely injured him, preventing his cultivation from improving, it was enough.
Immortal Emperor Lin, thinking of this name, a flash of murderous intent passed through his eyes.
"A frog in the well."
Qin Hao curled his lips, showing some disdain in his expression.
This made Xian Lingzi glare, feeling somewhat dissatisfied.
