Soon, the eyelashes of the King of the Black Chicken Country twitched a few times, and then, his eyes gradually opened.
"Thank you, Holy Monk, for saving me!" After waking up, the King of the Black Chicken Country uttered his thanks to Jiang Liu, his expression brimming with joy.
Clearly, having had his throne usurped and been dead for so many years, now being able to return to life and reclaim his royal seat was, naturally, a matter of great joy for the King of the Black Chicken Country.
"No, there's no need to thank me, helping others is the motto of this humble monk!"
Looking at the King of the Black Chicken Country expressing his thanks, Jiang Liu always remembered the night his wronged soul had come to his room. He always felt very uncomfortable, and so he waved his hand and spoke.
