Li Zhiyuan: "I belong to the sect."
Despite his injuries, Lin Shuyou propped himself up on the bed and looked at Li Zhiyuan: "Why didn't you say so earlier?"
"Why didn't you ask earlier?"
"I... When I was a kid, my grandfather told me stories about the Dragon King Liu family, my grandfather, he really admired and revered the Liu family. Is it, you, really not lying to me?"
"Deceive someone who could be buried at any moment, for what purpose?"
Lin Shuyou, enduring the intense pain, placed his hands in front of him and began to pay his respects.
Seeing this, Li Zhiyuan also had no choice but to stand up and formally return the gesture.
"Phew..."
After the courtesy was done, Lin Shuyou lay on the bed, having difficulty breathing in more than breathing out.
Tan Wenbin quickly helped prop him up with a quilt and then soothed his chest until he finally helped him breathe smoothly.
"I say, what are you doing, courting death and then blaming us, trying to fake an accident?"
