Caught the Disguise

As Lu Ze traversed the Battle Tower, six days had already elapsed. Resembling a dog fallen into water, he appeared in the ancient temple, battered and bruised, in a pitiable state. The ancient temple was adorned with auspicious clouds, permeated with spiritual energy, and enveloped in a radiant mist. The sacred and extraordinary rosy light within the temple seemed remarkably beneficial to his injuries. The moment Lu Ze appeared in the hall, the rosy light converged upon him, aiding in his recovery. Not only did it heal his wounds, but it also restored his battered spiritual essence. Lu Ze couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, sensing an unprecedented lightness.