Over there, Fu Xiyan finished his Breathing Regulation and got up.
After sitting in the tornado for nearly an hour, his body was already covered in dust; his head and shoulders adorned with a few leaves, and there were leaves and pebbles on him, adding several small cuts to his face, and quite a few tears in his clothes. He looked utterly disheveled.
Fu Xiyan didn't tend to his wounds. After getting up, he casually brushed the dust off himself and then walked towards where Su Yunling and the other three were standing.
"Second brother, are you alright?" Seeing Fu Xiyan's disheveled appearance, Tang Yichen voiced his concern.
Fu Xiyan shook his head at Tang Yichen, then stood firmly in front of Gu Zhiqi, cupped his fist in the other hand and then seriously and earnestly bowed deeply, "Thank you."
