A faint scent of blood permeated the bottom of the Netherworld Valley. Zhong Yun lay beneath a makeshift wooden shed, his face pale, brows tightly knitted in agony from the searing pain in his chest. Elder Li was beside him, anxiously tending to his wounds, his cloudy eyes brimming with worry.
"This accursed Armored Demonic Ape… if it weren't for protecting this old man, you wouldn't be in this state…" Elder Li’s voice was heavy with self-reproach.
Zhong Yun forced a faint smile and said weakly, "Elder Li, please do not blame yourself. It was my own carelessness."
Chapter 97