Hoo hoo—
Two hours later, the night deepened further.
Although Zhang Feng was still gazing at the moon, he knew that a pair of eyes was watching him through the nearby window.
'A villain is like a ghost possessing a body, seemingly a ghost, but in fact, can be used for oneself, transforming a malicious ghost into a "ghost servant."
Swoosh—
He rose from the front of the kitchen door.
Zhang Feng was filled with powerful thoughts, thoughts of elegance, but as he suddenly stood up, he felt the world spinning, nearly falling over.
This was his thinking ability reaching its limit.
Five hours of cultivation made Zhang Feng unable to withstand it anymore.
Even after sleeping deeply all afternoon.
Otherwise, if he went to buy medicine personally and then started cultivating directly.
Within an hour he'd faint.
And in an hour, not much could be achieved.
