Ye Chen and Avril sat cross-legged inside the helicopter, eyes closed, regulating their breaths.
Vermilion Bird had never seen Ye Chen this disheveled before, covered in blood, his complexion extremely pale, and his clothes torn and tattered.
It was hard to imagine that this frail-looking young man, of a similar age to himself, could unleash such formidable strength just moments ago.
White Tiger's mouth curved into a bitter smile, the envy at the beginning now gone, replaced only by shock and admiration.
After a while, Ye Chen slowly opened his eyes, filled with a sense of helplessness.
"Ye Chen, how are you feeling? Are you alright?"
The gleam of surprise on Vermilion Bird's face was evident when Ye Chen awakened, asking with a concerned expression.
"I'm fine, not dead yet."
A bitter smile appeared on Ye Chen's face as he spoke softly.
