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In the early morning, a hint of dawn appeared in the east.
Along the desolate mountain path, Wang Qinglian pushed the wheelchair to the viewing platform. She looked down, gazing at Wang Qingyi, with a hint of concern and reluctance in her eyes.
At this moment, Wang Qingyi was like a cripple, wrapped in thick bandages, especially around the head, with only one eye visible, almost unable to move his entire body.
He was so severely injured that countless miracle elixirs and exotic treasures were needed just to preserve his body, to save his life.
But his primordial spirit was declining day and night, and all his cultivation was wasted, becoming almost no different from an ordinary person.
"The sunrise is so beautiful..." Wang Qingyi murmured as he looked at the sun about to leap forth, his eyes filled with loneliness and melancholy.
"Brother Qingyi, it's too cold on the mountain, let's go back." Wang Qinglian worried about Wang Qingyi's health.
