Upon entering the tent, Pei Yan and the others stood firm in front of Yuan Shaoqing. Pei Yan vaguely felt that he had seen this person in the parking lot the night his primal source went berserk. Now, the man was bare-chested, with his left arm and cheek swollen and inflamed. Later, Jiang Feiyang told him that this was after his own abilities and Elder Lin's help were used for restoration. He looked much worse before, almost unrecognizable.
"Sorry, things dragged on, and I couldn't provide support in time. Is your captain alright?" Yuan Shaoqing bowed his head, reaching into an ice bucket at his feet to grab a cold towel, neither wringing it dry nor avoiding the chills as he rubbed it on his face and body, letting the icy water trickle down his swollen skin, dripping onto the ground.
"It's not looking good; Elder Lin is still treating him, but there shouldn't be any life-threatening danger!" Ye Jiumu answered, standing at attention.
