At daybreak, the rising sun climbed into the sky.
The heavens were filled with crimson clouds, and the sea with golden waves.
A sliver of warm sunlight shone through the window lattice into the room. Lin Bai sat cross-legged on the bed, recovering his vital energy.
Over the past few days, Lin Bai had taken many healing pills, and his injuries had mostly recovered.
"Creak." The door opened, and Qiao Mo entered carrying a bowl of spirit liquid. "Senior Brother Saint Son, this spirit liquid was specially boiled down from hundreds of kinds of spirit medicine. It will help your injuries."
"Senior Sister Qiao Mo, my injuries are no longer serious." Lin Bai smiled and reached out to take the spirit liquid.
While Lin Bai recovered from his injuries, Qiao Mo stayed by his side every day, taking meticulous care of him.
It left Lin Bai somewhat overwhelmed by the favor.
Qiao Mo said seriously, "You took a palm strike from a martial artist in the Grand Luo Dao Fruit realm. How could your injuries recover so easily? If you don't take your healing seriously now and leave behind a hidden ailment that damages your foundation, it will be too late for regrets."
"Drink it."
Under Qiao Mo's sharp gaze, Lin Bai was on the verge of tears but could only obediently drink the spirit liquid.
"I'm really fine now, Senior Sister Qiao Mo. You don't need to bring me spirit liquid tomorrow." After drinking it, Lin Bai handed the medicinal bowl back to Qiao Mo and said with a smile.
This spirit liquid had been boiled down from hundreds of rare spirit medicines, so it was undoubtedly worth a fortune.
During the days Lin Bai was recovering, Qiao Mo brought him a bowl every day, wasting a great deal