Reality, Chongyang City.
Hong Tianbao hobbled along the long street, heading toward his small house.
He had grown increasingly thin.
In the past, it was still bearable, constantly being corroded by the Flesh Plague, constantly descending,
but at least, there was still hope, still some support in his heart.
But now.....
The hope had almost entirely vanished.
His Essence, Qi, and Spirit collapsed all at once.
"Third Martial Uncle."
A light chuckle rang out, and Hong Tianbao glanced faintly, it was one of Chen Qiusheng's disciples again.
Li Chengzhang?
It seemed to be that name, probably the second or third disciple.
Li Chengzhang stood with hands clasped behind, quietly gazing at this dispirited old man, keeping a certain distance.
Though the other party had withered, no longer as before, he was still an old wolf.
It was said he had fallen to the level of a Martial Arts Master... but with his master not around, Li Chengzhang didn't dare provoke or taunt him too much.
