It seemed like he could feel the sunlight from outside.
Lin Xingchen, who looked listless and spiritless, jerkily lifted his head under the stimulus.
Just in time...
He saw Li Pin lifting the stone slab.
The moment he saw Li Pin, Lin Xingchen's vacant eyes regained a slight focus, and a hint of vitality gradually radiated from his body, slightly easing the pain and weakness he felt.
It took him a good ten seconds before he seemed to finally realize something had happened, and suddenly...
His body trembled.
Tears uncontrollably ran down his face.
"Mas... Master..."
Li Pin glanced at Lin Xingchen, who appeared wasted and emaciated...
He had received the Skill Stone and achieved his status as a Martial God at Dragon Fist Sect, once a vigorous and ambitious scholar, how full of life had he been?
But now...
A spiritually vacant expression, thin body, and disheveled figure...
Despite being over a meter eight tall, at this moment he could not weigh more than eighty kilograms.