I lay in the taxi, feeling like every ounce of strength had drained from my body. Just moments ago, I'd used everything I had just to climb into this cab.
"It's a pity I didn't kill him," I muttered, a cold glint filling my eyes. For anyone who tried to harm me, I would show no mercy. If I did, they might return to threaten me again.
"Never expected the Saintly Body Skill would drain me this much," I thought to myself. "Must use it sparingly from now on."
The taxi finally pulled up at the hotel. Despite the journey, my strength hadn't returned at all. With no other choice, I asked the driver to help carry me to the bed.
Lying there helpless, worry crept into my mind. "Don't know if I can recover by tomorrow," I said grimly. The Traditional Medicine Conference was happening then. If my body didn't bounce back in time, I'd be in serious trouble.
