"Mr. Jiang saved His Holiness the Pope, exhausting his Inner Qi and Soul Power to do so, leaving him in a state of meridian atrophy and soul slumber."
Fa Rang's figure appeared beside several people and spoke coldly, "His Holiness sent ten pounds of Holy Water to aid Mr. Jiang's recovery, and yet you're squabbling over this?"
"What? Mr. Jiang, he..."
Xi'er and the others were immediately startled, believing Ha'er must have been joking when reprimanding him.
Upon hearing this, they no longer cared about arguing over ten pounds of Holy Water and hastily bowed to Fa Rang before flashing their figures, rushing quickly toward Dragon Saint's residence.
...
The residence of the Holy Court's Dragon Saint.
Dragon Saint's face remained solemn as he gazed at Jiang Chen lying on the bed.
At this moment, Jiang Chen had no trace of vitality left on him. His entire body was shriveled, his face ashen, even his heart had stopped beating—he looked like a dried corpse!
