Wu Mengde was led by old Deng onto Cheng Guang's Flying Boat.
By the time he landed on Cheng Guang's Flying Boat, he hardly had the strength to scream.
His face was pale to the extreme, without the slightest trace of blood.
The moment Wu Mengde's feet touched the deck of the Flying Boat, they gave way, and he collapsed powerlessly to the ground.
Old Deng glanced at Wu Mengde but didn't bother to help him up, instead, his gaze turned to Cheng Guang.
"Cheng, I've brought the person back as well, so I won't join in on this excitement. I'm leaving first," he said.
Cheng Guang nodded slightly, smiling as he spoke.
"Senior, take care," he replied.
Having said this,
old Deng, without any hesitation, turned to leave. However, just as he was about to leave, he seemed to remember something. His steps faltered, and he looked back at Cheng Guang.
After pondering for a moment,
he asked,
"Cheng, what is your current level of cultivation?"