Luosa slowly woke up from his unconscious state, rubbing his somewhat throbbing temples, and was met with Nangong Wenya, whose face practically radiated raw concern.
Biting her lower lip, she asked him softly, "You suddenly collapsed. How are you feeling now? Is anything still hurting?"
Frowning at her words, Luosa directed a powerful surge of divine sense inward to inspect his sea of consciousness. The Mad Demon Scythe cowered in a corner, while the central position it once occupied had been usurped by the Free Heaven Demon Art.
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