At dawn, orange-red sunlight poured down, splashing ink across the thousand mountains and ten thousand rivers. Mingling with the thin, smoke-like mist, it draped the lofty peaks and ridges in layers of colorful gauze.
Beside the pond near the Thatched Cottage in the Portable Secret Realm, Su Fan was sprawled in a recliner, eyes closed as he dozed.
After a while, he slowly opened his eyes.
"Gah..."
Su Fan merely shifted his body, yet the pain made him bare his teeth and grimace.
If I ever use Wrath of the True Dragon again, I'm a dog.
More than a month had passed since the last battle in the arena, but the side effects of Wrath of the True Dragon still hadn't ended.
At present, forget cultivating—even moving a little left him in agony that pierced straight to the bone.
Just then, Li Chongxiu came to the pond carrying a tea tray.
She brewed a pot of Spirit Tea for Su Fan, poured him a cup, and brought it to his lips, feeding him a sip.
He was now a cripple incapable of caring for himself. Even drinking tea required someone to feed him.
As for eating, getting dressed, and answering nature's call, Sister Zhen and Li Chongxiu had to take turns looking after him.
After feeding Su Fan several cups of Spirit Tea, Li Chongxiu hugged her master's arm and rested her head against his shoulder coquettishly.
"Master, what would you like for lunch? I'll make it for you..."
"Eat what? I don't have the slightest appetite right now..."
After lying helpless for more than a month, Su Fan had long since lost his patience, and his temper had become extremely foul.
"Hehe..."
Li Chongxiu chuckled, then pressed her little face against his and rubbed it back and forth across