"Brother Wei!"
Seeing Wei Xiong again after half a month, Wang Chen was shocked.
The Innate Martial Artist had white hair at his temples and a bloodless face, looking as if he aged decades, with a deep scar on his left cheek.
The scar stretched from the corner of his eye to his chin, nearly exposing the bone underneath.
Even though the scar had formed, the flesh was turned out in a fierce manner.
What made Wang Chen's heart tremble most was the thick, bloodthirsty Evil Qi lingering around Wei Xiong's body!
He simply couldn't imagine.
What exactly had happened in the past half-month for the other party to end up like this!
"Immortal Master Wang."
Wei Xiong barely squeezed out a smile and cupped his fists, asking, "Is Lotus here?"
His voice was hoarse as though he had injured his insides.
Wang Chen said in a deep voice, "Come inside to talk!"
Wei Lian was, of course, at home.
The return of Wei Xiong brought her an extreme surprise.
"Brother!"
