If Meng Fan were truly to perish here, body and soul, the old monk would perish along with him, dissolving into nothingness.
This was something he could not accept!
He began calling out to Meng Fan with even greater effort, but it was all in vain. Right now, Meng Fan was a completely ordinary mortal; unconscious meant unconscious, and no matter how much the old monk screamed until his throat was hoarse, it was useless.
Chapter 323