Author's note: the following two chapters will have a lot of information. They're a summary of the foreshadowing from the previous chapters. You should read slowly.

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Ten more days passed and Zhang Ruochen still hadn't woken up. Instead, his face had paled considerably due to the great loss of blood. His skin looked deathly and ashy.

The vitality within Zhang Ruochen was bleeding out. He could die at any time.

The old monk didn't appear in these ten days. Only Mu Lingxi remained by his side the entire time. She grasped his hands and poured her Holy Qi into him endlessly.

Right now, Mu Lingxi was also sprawled on the ground due to the loss of Holy Qi. Her pretty face was paler than Zhang Ruochen's. She seemed extremely weak.

However, she didn't let go. She was afraid that if she did, Zhang Ruochen would really die and never wake up again.

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On the other side of the volcano

The old monk sat cross-legged on the ground. He now had the dazzling Thousand Treasure Cassock over his pl