Xing Yang Daolong was hearty and straightforward, so when he saw Zhan Yun repeatedly thanking him, he burst into laughter, "Alright, since you're so sincere, I'll accept your thanks!"
Then, with a playful expression, Xing Yang Daolong joked, "You're not just a talker without action, are you? Saying thanks and that's it? Hahaha..."
Zhan Yun knew that Xing Yang Daolong was just teasing him, so he didn't feel awkward. He quickly replied, "How could I just pay lip service to you? I'll definitely show my gratitude."
"How will you thank me?" Xing Yang Daolong asked.
At this moment, Zhan Yun asked, "Daolong, how do you feel about your condition now?"
At the mention of this, Xing Yang Daolong's mood sank again.
Xing Yang Daolong sighed, "Many years ago, I crossed hands with Qi Ziyuan and injured my foundation. From that time on, my cultivation has not improved. The injury I suffered this time isn't fatal, but I won't be able to fight anyone in the future."
