Seeing her once high-spirited and energetic friend, a Dharma Cultivator, now on the verge of death and unconscious on the hospital bed, Hai Tang's heart suffered quite a blow.
She first took a step back in surprise, then patted her chest and tried to calm her breathing.
Then, Hai Tang looked at the unconscious spell cultivator with heartache and confusion.
Hai Tang's heart was filled with questions.
What was the reason for the Dharma Cultivator to get drunk and race outside in the middle of the night? It caused a Dharma cultivator who had always been good at driving to get into a car accident.
What was the reason why the Dharma Cultivator could only remember her name after losing his memory in the car accident?
Could it be that she had some special meaning or use for spell cultivators?
Hai Tang couldn't quite figure it out.