Jiang Lu had never felt as weak as he did right now.
Even blocking a plain attack from the Mysterious Lady required all his effort, and it was still futile. When exactly could he accomplish his grand plan of restoration?!
"Give me a chance! Just one more chance to do it again! I will be diligent from now on, never touching drink or women!"
Jiang Lu gritted his teeth, preparing to activate the Chongtianping.
In the end, he didn't want to rely on luck; instead, he wanted to take fate into his own hands.
But just as Jiang Lu had completed the preliminaries and was about to cast his spell, he suddenly noticed something.
The golden light... wasn't moving towards his heart or even his brain.
They were... all descending.
Not only that, the movement of the golden light also drove the circulation of his blood, warming flows rushing downward throughout his body.
"Could it be..."