Jiang Ming was unharmed, and even his high fever had subsided.
Spiritual energy also gushed out from his body and wrapped around him.
"What's going on?"
Sikong Wuyuan seriously doubted his own eyes and moved closer to Jiang Ming. At this moment, Jiang Ming opened his eyes.
The two of them stared at each other.
The awkwardness spread in an instant. Jiang Ming turned his head, and Sikong Wuyuan quickly turned his head as well.
"Jiu Zhu, how are you?"
He coughed and asked repeatedly. He was puzzled.
What kind of secret technique was this? How could he be fine after being struck by lightning? Jiu Zhu was a human, not a god.
Could it be that the lightning in the sky was more magical?
"I'm fine now."
While Sikong Wuyuan was letting his imagination run wild, Jiang Ming had already comforted them.