"So, you finally woke up?"
"Sixteen meant well too. He was afraid you'd fail to condense an Aperture-Opening Demon Core, become despondent, and do something rash. Don't overthink it."
Ape Bupuo stood before Wang Wu like a bedraggled, unkempt monkey that had been marked down to half price and still couldn't wake up. Even his words lacked energy. This definitely wasn't deliberate; it was probably caused by some Bloodline Secret Technique he cultivated.
"Thank you for your concern, Brother Ape, and thank Sixteen for his kindness as well. I'm fine. I feel quite good."
Wang Wu hurriedly cupped his paws. So far, he truly did feel quite good, because these three were seriously rich! And they actually gave things away! Even if it was charity, so what?
"That's good. But you still need to continue recuperating here, to stabilize yourself and mend any hidden injuries that may remain. Once you're fine, we need to do something."
"What is it? We aren't continuing to adapt to Paralysis Toxin?"
Wang Wu was quite curious.
Ape Bupuo shook his head. "Adapting to Paralysis Toxin is a slow process. It must not be rushed. At best, it should be done once every three to six months. You made Niu Xiaohua, Niu Huanxi, and the others do it too frequently before. That will leave hidden injuries behind, and the toxin will linger deep within their bloodlines. If things go wrong, not only will they fail to achieve adaptation, they may instead suffer a toxin outbreak and die at some point."
"In fact, after this adaptation training, both Bu'er and I need at least a month to recover and recuperate."
"As for what I mentioned, that is another matter. But for secrecy's sake, you cannot know about it yet. That's enough. We'll stand guard around the