The blood dripped slowly albeit his closed eyes as if he was there out of instinct or sheer willpower alone. It was apparent that he was in no condition to be out of the bed, even the imperial doctors would rip their own hairs.
The two women looked at the man from each of their own sides. They couldn't comprehend what driven him so bad that he could so such a feat.
The True Dragon suddenly laughed before he leaped and coiled around his grandson's shoulder.
"You two don't understand him that well yet. If he sets his heart to, even his body would react without his brain, his soul is that strong," said Grandpa Long.
Felicia furrowed her eyebrows as she knew that Lyon was unconscious at the moment. What was he made of, what was his training like to be like this even though he was bloodied all over.
However, her daughter had a different thought. She was overwhelmed with emotion. To think that his figure would even stand despite the horrendous state.
