In Ward 502, wisps of smoke rose along the special tools and dissipated in the air.
Abert's face gradually turned red.
On the contrary, Trent's face gradually turned pale.
As time went away, the rain outside the window kept coming down in a splash. The sound of the deafening rain was heard clearly.
When Trent opened his eyes, the vital energy in his body dissipated. As soon as Abert regained his breath, two men in green, who sat across from each other on the peak of the mountain thousands of miles away, opened their eyes.
"Trent lost all his cultivation! What happened?"
"It's his fate. It seems that he is in big trouble this time."
"Shall we go to help him?"
"No, it's his destiny. He has to deal with it on his own."
"Without cultivation, how can he survive?"
"We can do nothing."
"You..."