"Was it you who saved me?" Little Feng asked with some curiosity.
Lin Fang nodded, "In the prime of your life, dying like that would have been such a waste."
Upon hearing this, Little Feng struggled to stand up to thank Lin Fang, but he felt pain all over his body and couldn't manage to rise.
"You were hit by that person's spell, and your body was invaded by wronged spirits. It's fortunate that you managed to keep your life," Lin Fang said softly.
"Now your foundation has been damaged; you will not be able to move for a while."
Upon hearing this, Little Feng's heart sank into despair. He had a great vendetta yet unsettled, and now he was reduced to a cripple.
Looking at Lin Fang, he gave a bitter smile, "Being able to keep my life is already an enormous blessing; I have nothing more to yearn for."
Despite his words, the desolation in his speech was unmistakably apparent.
