"Someone really is calling my name, and the voice sounds very familiar."
Hearing the footsteps again, Ning Fan's face lit up with joy, and he quickly shouted, "Is anyone there?"
"Who is it? Which brother was looking for me just now?"
Upon hearing this, Ning Fan was stunned and quickly shouted, "Brother Bo, it's me, your brother."
If his cultivation was still intact, Ning Fan would have already recognized the identity of the person from the footsteps.
"If my cultivation was still intact, would I have ended up like this?"
Ning Fan chuckled bitterly to himself, quietly waiting for the response from the other side.
If Zhang Bo forgot him or didn't want to bother with such matters, he would be doomed.
Zhang Bo slapped his forehead and shouted, "You...you're Brother Ning."
"Yeah, it's me."
"Brother, why are you here?"
Listening to the heavy footsteps, Ning Fan felt a surge of relief, "I indeed didn't misjudge him, and my efforts in helping him adjust his health weren't in vain."
