"Cough… Cough…" A middle-aged man leaned back on his bed, wiping the remaining blood from his mouth. "That damn brat! How could he possibly become a cultivator? Besides, his golden flames are terrifying."
That man was none other than the real Sun Taiyang; his body endured a tremendous backlash after Chen Li burned his soul imprint. He then sat cross-legged and closed his eyes; he began to observe the repercussions of the backlash he was experiencing. After some time, he opened his eyes while exclaiming angrily. "Shit! My internal injuries are very severe, especially my soul, and it will take me at least decades to recover."
*Tap... Tap...*
