It must be said that the people of the Otherworld have hearts as hard as iron, only gathering the main forces above the Foundation Establishment level, while completely ignoring the other low-level survivors who lived.
Perhaps in their eyes, those fervent followers were nothing more than a bunch of ants, just cannon fodder to be summoned and dismissed at a whim.
Sensing Zhao Sheng's presence, Zhao Xuanjing didn't turn his head, and indifferently said, "You're back?"
"Yes, I'm back!" Zhao Sheng stepped forward, resting his hand on the wall, and responded in a low voice.
"Injured? And not lightly either! Do you need me to step in and get you a Nine Return Soul Pill?" Zhao Xuanjing's tone was still as serene as ever, but his deep concern was obvious.
Feeling warmth in his heart after hearing this, Zhao Sheng shook his head, "Just some minor injuries, no need to owe someone a favor just for this. A month or two of recuperation should suffice!"
"Hmm,"