The inside of the Painting of the Nine Immortals was scenic like a painting – tranquil and peaceful.
On top of a Mount of the Healing Soul, the Immortal of Alchemy's eyebrows were tightly locked as he stared at Ling Xian, who was sitting in a lotus position. He found it hard to hide his worries.
Behind him, Feng Qing Ming appeared troubled and sighed, "This is the first time I've seen him so hurt."
"Half of his bones are broken and his golden Dan is cracked. Based on his capabilities, he must've experienced an extremely hard battle." Liao Cang Qiong sighed deeply.
"There is no need to worry. Even though he is hurt, his life is not endangered."
Liao Cang Qiong soothed, "He returned alive proved that he had won. You should be happy."
"Happy?"
Liao Cang Qiong smiled bitterly, "I rather he lives his life peacefully and never fight again than have him spend his life amongst battle fires."