C1793 Hell

Seeing Zhao Li's distressed state, Bai Yeh's heart rate picked up, a sense of foreboding washing over him.

"Senior Brother Zhao, are you okay?" Bai Yeh asked with a furrowed brow.

"No, I'm fine... I'm fine... I'm just overwhelmed with happiness," Zhao Li stammered as he picked himself up off the ground, surreptitiously wiping away tears of sheer joy