C1608 The price of summoning the crucible

When Zi Chen woke up again, he found himself lying on a soft bed, and his injuries had already mostly recovered.

"Kid, you're awake."

Just as he made his move, Zi Chen heard old man Xin Ke's voice.

Zi Chen struggled to sit up, the bloody wounds on his body had long healed, but they had not yet fully healed.

Xin Ke sat at the side, his eyes fixated on the abacus in his hands