"A disaster of blood and light?" Chen Ying looked at Li Fan, who seemed serious, and couldn't help but pause.
"How did this topic come up?" Having not expected this Ancient Sect of Heavenly Secrets Monk to surprise him on their first meeting, Chen Ying asked with a mix of belief and doubt.
Li Fan didn't reply immediately, but with a grave expression, closed his eyes and started making calculations by counting on his fingers.
Seeing this, Chen Ying stood aside, not daring to disturb him.
The calculation continued for as long as an entire stick of incense burned.
Li Fan's aura fluctuated, and his complexion grew paler as time passed.
This made Chen Ying increasingly anxious.
Suddenly, Li Fan opened his eyes and spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.
"Friend Li Fan, are you okay?"
Chen Ying was startled and was about to check on him.
"It's nothing. I just experienced a minor backlash." Li Fan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and waved his hand dismissively.
