A mere moment ago, Parson appeared to be teetering on the brink of death, his mental state in turmoil. When he plummeted, crimson blood still trickled from the corner of Liao Ning's mouth, but an astounding transformation had taken place.
The creases etched into his skin rapidly smoothed, and his physique grew markedly more robust. Simultaneously, his once-gray hair took on a rich, youthful black hue.
The assembled onlookers gaped in disbelief at Parson's miraculous transformation, then shifted their attention to Liao Ning, who clutched her bleeding arm.
"Are you alright?" Zhou Ling acted swiftly, draping his coat over Liao Ning's trembling form.
Liao Ning merely shook her head. The presence of military personnel and numerous spectators amplified her apprehension. Many must have witnessed the bizarre spectacle, some even filming it.
