Elder Sun knelt on the ground as he grasped at his throat. He felt as though he was about to sprout fire from it. His mind slowly became confused and the world gradually appeared to be more gloomy in his eyes.
Where am I? Where do I want to go? What am I going to do?
Why are my lips so swollen?
Elder Sun felt like his lips swelled to the size of two sausages. The fire burning within him made tears stream out of his eyes.
What the hell was this intense flavor?
As for Jin Kun, at this moment, he was still weeping. Tears were bursting out of his eye sockets and he felt as though they were never going to stop. He wanted to endure the pain and stop crying, but he was unable to do anything about it.
He covered his mouth as he unceasingly gasped for breath. His furrowed brows formed a line and when coupled with the shiny bald head of his, he adopted a funny appearance.
