One day, one week, one month.
Xiaofan has stopped counting how long it's been since he returned.
Every day is filled with the most intense training. Several times, he was exhausted to the point of passing out on the mountain, and Ye Aotian had to go up to bring him back down.
Each time, Ye Aotian shook his head. Sometimes he wanted to persuade Xiaofan to take a break, that there was no need to push himself so hard, but when he opened his mouth, he couldn't bring himself to say it.
After all, this is Xiaofan's resolve. Whatever happens in the future relies on oneself. More training now provides more assurance for his own safety later.
Of course, the burden of such extreme training is enormous, so Ye Aotian insists that Xiaofan soak in a medicinal bath for 30 to 50 minutes daily, allowing his cells to absorb the medicine and recover faster.
'Whew.'
