Good Old Dad Fang Che was currently staring at the small iron shard with a blank look on his face.
But this clearly wasn't the time for him to think about such things.
Everyone outside was still unconscious.
Fang Che hurriedly withdrew his spiritual sense into his body, then punched himself in the nose. With blood streaming down his face, he ran between Feng Yun and Xue Changqing, flopped down with a thump, wriggled a little, chose the most comfortable position, and "passed out."
But immediately after "passing out," he sat back up.
He remembered: I can't pass out here.
The traces left by Jun Lin were far too obvious, and Yan Nan and the others knew that he possessed the Jun Lin Inheritance.
And once it came to light, Feng Yun would probably hold it against him...
It was best to think everything through carefully. The more thorough, the better!
So he flicked half a drop of spiritual liquid onto Feng Yun's lips, then moved more than a hundred zhang forward and sprawled beneath the entrance of the Mountain Cave. After shifting his body a few times and finding the most comfortable, least tiring position, he...
"Passed out" again.
Time quietly trickled by...
No one knew how long had passed.
Feng Yun finally woke up. His head buzzed as if it were about to explode. He tried to push himself up, only to find his arms weak, while everything before his eyes appeared as overlapping images.
The first thing he did was pull out a pill and swallow it.
He felt his body gradually recovering.
Only then did he regain his senses. "Huh? I'm not dead?"
He struggled to sit up. His vision had not yet recovered, but he immediately shouted, "Nightfiend? Nightfiend!?"
Nightfiend was powerful in battle, but