"Brother Yu, quickly wake up!" He Jian looked anxious as he whispered into Ou Yangming's ear.
When the white light in the coffin dispersed, he had fainted but when he woke up, he saw Ou Yangming lying on the ground. No matter how much he shouted, the young fellow would not answer.
His withered palm gently patted Ou Yangming's face, and he used his mental power to check his body's condition.
A majestic momentum, a calm Qi momentum, and a strong life force... Every aspect of Ou Yangming's body was healthy. His heart was beating like a drum, and he was as strong as a ferocious beast from ancient times, but why was he not waking up?
He Jian's yellowed skin was wrinkled together. Without any hesitation, he stood to the side to protect Ou Yangming.
After half a day, Ou Yangming's fingers moved slightly, and his eyes opened as if he had broken free from a nightmare.
