Li Zhexiong heard Ye Wushuang's words, his long eyelashes trembling slightly before he finally closed his eyes.
A moment later, he opened his eyes, took a long breath, and said, "Alright."
Ye Wushuang, upon hearing Li Zhexiong's words, became excited, "Haha, I just knew you had a way, Brother, you have a way to help me!"
Li Zhexiong resumed his indifferent demeanor and said calmly, "I do have a method that can repair your Dantian, but the process is extremely painful. You might very well die from the pain during the restoration, so think it over for yourself."
In truth, Li Zhexiong didn't wish for Ye Wushuang to fall into hatred; he would rather have him let go and live a peaceful life.
Unfortunately, different people have different aspirations, and he couldn't persuade Ye Wushuang.
"Might very well die from the pain?" Upon hearing Li Zhexiong's words, Ye Wushuang's expression changed slightly, and he couldn't help but ask, "What is this method?"
