"Look! Who is that?" someone exclaimed.
All the people from the three major forces who were on guard immediately rushed over to look at the bloody figure.
The man looked miserable, covered in fresh blood. His face was charred and clothes tattered, worse than a beggar.
Everyone squinted to examine him closely. Who was this man? How did he end up in this state?
They watched for a long while but could not figure out who he was.
"Fang Lin! It's Fang Lin!" Meng Chaoyang was the first to recognize him and immediately shouted in surprise and joy.
Upon hearing this, everyone from the Purple Mist Sect was overjoyed and immediately went to meet him.
Six days later, Fang Lin was out!
The people of the Purple Mist Sect were ecstatic. Fang Lin was still alive, this was great fortune amidst misfortune.
Yan Ze rushed out of the crowd, supporting Fang Lin with one hand and stuffing several Healing Pills into Fang Lin's mouth, "It's good that you are alive, it's really good."
