"You brat, I told you to rest properly, but you wouldn't listen and insisted on running out. Now look what happened; your barely recovered body has reverted to its old state again."
On the bed in the dilapidated room, Ling Chen lay with a helpless expression, listening to the old Taoist's nagging beside him.
Previously, he had taken a fall and thought he was doomed, but when he woke up, he found himself back in the broken house. It was obvious that the old Taoist had saved him.
"Boy, stay here and recuperate obediently. Don't worry about those troubles outside, do you hear me? With your current condition, even if you return, what can you do? You won't be much help and will only end up hindering others."
Ling Chen replied with a bitter smile, "Elder, I stay here every day, but I really worry about my friends. Even if you don't let me go back, at least allow me to contact them and know how they are doing."
