"Young Master!" Shadow Thirteen realized that Yan Jiuchao's face had suddenly turned pale. He strode over. "Young Master, how are you?"
Yan Jiuchao said, "I'm fine."
However, that was far from the truth. Not only was his face pale, but even his aura had become chaotic.
"How did this happen?" Shadow Thirteen was puzzled. Just now, when Young Master went to ambush the Saint King, although he was blocked by the Sorcerer King, he did not resist. The Saint King did not have the time to fight Young Master. Where did Young Master's injuries come from?
Yan Jiuchao held his aching heart. "I interrupted my duty to protect the Sorcerer King and suffered a backlash."
