After a long while, Yanyan finally opened his eyes again, only to see Lesser Master of Fate, Yan Lingji, and the others guarding him anxiously.
"Bring water!" Yanyan's voice was somewhat weak. Even after adjusting his inner breath, post-battle exhaustion lingered, especially the taste of blood filling his mouth.
Moya hurriedly handed a waterskin to Yanyan.
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