"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.,His heart pounded, his lips moving soundlessly as he muttered a few incoherent words. The tension in his nerves eased, replaced by boundless joy.,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.。