The person in the wheelchair was stiff and his eyes were glazed over, it might have been more suitable to describe that person as a puppet.
However, what shocked Jun Wu Xie and Jun Wu Yao was the appearance of that person.
That man looked exactly like Jun Wu Yao and also had a pair of violet eyes. Those eyes however, were dim with no spark in them whatsoever.
The God of Destruction had also come down from his platform and was standing next to Feng Ming. He bent slightly to take a look at the man in the wheelchair.
"Ye Jue, do you remember anything now?" The God of Destruction picked up the left hand of the man in the wheelchair.
That otherwise slender and good looking hand was missing its little finger!
Jun Wu Yao looked at where the missing finger should have been and scenes began playing in his mind. The man looked weak and his head was swollen.
"Wu Yao?!" Jun Wu Xie looked at him nervously, his reaction was making her worry.
