Over here, Chu Ruolin and Chu Ling'er were chatting, while over there, Chu Yi's body had already recovered seventy to eighty percent.
Of course, this seventy to eighty percent refers to his physical state, but his Dao Injury seemed not to have much improvement.
"Phew—"
Chu Yi took a long breath once more and jumped from the bed onto the floor.
He stretched his limbs, discovering he had once again become the lively young man he once was.
With one hand covering his head and the other supporting his neck, Chu Yi twisted his neck several times, discovering that both his head and neck seemed to have no issues.
"Ah haha, the turtle sons of Zhengyang Sect, I'm still alive and kicking, just you wait for me."
After speaking, Chu Yi began to search the entire house.
He had to quickly find his Storage Bag, then consume a handful of Spirit Pills; that way, he believed that within less than half a month, he could properly deal with that old thief Cheng Kun.
