Old Man Zhao had clearly died moments ago.
No matter how powerful a cultivator was, the dead should remain dead.
At least, that was what common sense dictated.
Then the impossible happened. Old Man Zhao's finger twitched.
The crowd froze. A moment later, his arm moved. His chest rose and fell.
Color rapidly returned to his pale face. The old man slowly opened his eyes.
"What!"
"Look! Old Man Zhao is moving!"
"He came back to life!"
"What kind of sorcery is this?!"
The entire marketplace erupted into chaos. Many people stumbled backward in terror.
Some rubbed their eyes repeatedly, convinced they were hallucinating.
Others pinched themselves to make sure they were awake.
"It must be an evil technique!"
"No, impossible! Even evil techniques can't revive the dead!"
"Who exactly is this man?"
Panic spread throughout the crowd. Yet Old Man Zhao paid no attention to any of them.
The first thing he saw after opening his eyes was Lin Feng's handsome face.
