Smack!

A resounding slap echoed through the room as Lionel struck Wilmer's forehead. He scolded in disdain, "You rascal! Adrian himself is in danger, and yet you expect me to prioritize you? How shameless!"

Wilmer was taken aback. He glanced at Adrian, noticing that the latter had suddenly become much younger. Adrian now exuded a strikingly youthful aura that did not match his mature demeanor.

"I'm not that noble," Adrian remarked, arms folded and his tone chilling. "Rest up and get better as quickly as you can, Wilmer. I need to find the rest of the Dragonbone Whip.”

Lionel paused, then said calmly, "We need to act fast. Don't waste the Dragonbone Whip fragment on this guy. It can help to counteract the poison in your body."

"How long can Wilmer hold out?" Adrian asked.

"He won't last more than twelve hours," Lionel replied gravely, "His injuries are severe, and his condition is critical."

Adrian clenched his jaw. Wilmer had no ties to him. The fool had concealed the Dragonbone