This is a sea of unnamed trees.
On both sides of the tree sea are two ruined cities.
Yi Lin lightly taps his feet, floating effortlessly, standing atop the sharp treetops, eyes closed, seemingly in thought, seemingly asleep.
After an indeterminate amount of time, Yi Lin floated down from the tree, coughing up a mouthful of blood.
"Young master."
Bai Chuchu anxiously stepped forward, clearly sensing that the young master's body was growing weaker.
Once he channels his energy, he coughs up blood.
Yi Lin was also well aware of the limitations of this body.
His meridians had all shriveled, and every time he circulated True Yuan, it would cause a piercing pain throughout his body, like undergoing a poorly executed full-body therapy.
Of course, he had never actually done it.
"The body's limitations hinder the play of the cultivator system, but fortunately, my Angel Envoy system doesn't rely too much on the body's quality."
