"Dao Lord, is he... really going to be all right?" Qingli asked in a low voice.
Chaos was squatting in front of a roadside snack stall, haggling with an old man selling candied haws: "He's fine, at most he'll explode and die from the inside out... Hey, put a bit more sugar glaze on this skewer!"
Just then, Yecheng suddenly pressed a hand to his forehead, and purple blood oozed from between his fingers: "Dao Lord... I saw that Bronze Palace again..."
Chapter 292