It's Chen Wudi.
His head drooped, and his messy gray-white long hair covered most of his face.
He was wearing some materials specifically designed for the Transcendent.
Old Qin was standing nearby, arms crossed. When he heard the door sound, he immediately turned his head, saw Fang Qingyu, and his tense expression relaxed for a moment, then tightened again, his voice tinged with urgency:
"Qingzi! You're just in time! Quick, take a look! Why do I feel like... he's kind of dead."
Fang Qingyu's gaze sharpened.
His figure vanished from the doorway in an instant, appearing in front of Chen Wudi the next moment.
His fingers, covered in Star Crystals, precisely touched the pulse on Chen Wudi's withered neck.
The touch was icy cold, and the pulse beneath the skin was weak, like a candle in the wind, intermittent, as if it might fall silent at any moment.
Fang Qingyu did not hesitate at all.
He directly reached for the things binding Chen Wudi, meant to restrain the Transcendent.
