"Oh man, I told you not to worry about me," Qian Wangsun grimaced and said cheerfully, "Having the power of the Primordial Spirit is enough."
Speaking of which, he used the power of the Primordial Spirit to lift up a nearby cup. "See? It's much more convenient than using hands and feet."
It was at this moment that Qian Wangsun looked towards the door. "Eh? Zhou Bai, you came?"
Everyone else also greeted Zhou Bai in turn.
Seeing only a bald and dried-out Qian Wangsun left on the hospital bed, along with that still beautiful face with golden hair, Zhou Bai couldn't help saying, "I'm sorry, at that time I..."
"Stop, stop," Qian Wangsun obviously didn't want everyone else to know the process of the events and cut Zhou Bai off, "Anyway, you saved me. Thanks."
