"Puh!"
As soon as Tang Yi escaped from the Two Waters Mountain, he spat out a massive mouthful of fresh blood, feeling his lifespan frantically slipping away.
Ji Longyue, who had been knocked unconscious by the previous explosion's heat wave, slowly came to and saw Tang Yi's face, but was instantly frightened, "Big brother, your face…"
"What about it?" Tang Yi furrowed his brow, and just as he happened to see a puddle of melted snow by the roadside, he looked down and was also startled.
Though only in his twenties and at the prime of his youth, the face reflected in the snow water looked worn, as if weathered by time, appearing to be that of a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties.
