After a round of battles, Wang Teng was already exhausted—the opponents he faced far beyond his own realm.
Having forcibly unleashed various physical abilities earlier undoubtedly depleted a significant amount of his physical and spiritual strength. Coupled with the pressure from Elder Hui, his body was cracking, many wounds were left unhealed. Even with his constitution, he needed a good rest.
At this moment, Guizang Yan, Yizang Xinnuo, and the others flew over.
"Brother Han… Brother Wang Teng!" Yizang Xinnuo looked at the somewhat unfamiliar face before her, seemingly searching for a hint of familiarity belonging to Han Zhu.
Upon close observation, she surprisingly found a trace of Han Zhu's shadow on Wang Teng's face.
Previously, when the two stood together, she had not noticed any anomalies.
But now, knowing the relationship between Wang Teng and Han Zhu, she inexplicably felt that there were still many similarities between the two.