The series of questions grew in Lu Yao's mind like spring weeds. He didn't know the answers to these questions now, so he was even more eager to figure them out.

Lu Yao gently patted his head with his hands and found that it was very painful. "So, all this really happened. I'm not dreaming. I'm still alive." He soon realized another thing. His arms, which had been broken by the mysterious youth, had recovered as before, and his wounds had also completely ...