The Return of the Un

"Oh no, wouldn't this fellow be truly dead from the fall" Yang Qingqing frowned, her willow brows furrowed. She leaned in by the youth's nostrils, probing for breath. There was no warmth at all.,Yang Qingqing couldn't worry about anything else. She pressed on Qin Yi's human acupoint, covering his mouth with one hand and helping him breathe.,However, due to the severe damage of the Sanjie Stone, he was unable to return to himself at the moment of his death in his previous life. Instead, he flowed back against the void and returned to his rebellious 18-year-old self.。