After leaving two hundred li behind, Qin He stopped and looked back. He grinned, no longer in any hurry.
Qin He dared to guarantee it with his character: that old bastard, the Blood Raven Ancestor, would never keep his promise. It definitely had some other trick up its sleeve.
But that was not important.
What was important was that the Blood Raven Holy Son was in his hands, so it did not dare act rashly.
More importantly, there were still eight hundred li left of the thousand li, giving him time to slowly recover his true essence.
Thus, Qin He stopped using Earth Escape. Instead, he rode clouds and drove mist into the sky, flying leisurely while chewing spiritual materials and precious herbs to restore his true essence.
After the improvements to his cultivation and physical body, the Self-Healing Technique was not as effective as before, but in the eyes of the Blood Raven Holy Son, it was still astonishing.
It watched helplessly as, within the short time it took an incense stick to burn, chunks of Qin He's charred skin fell away and fresh skin grew back. His scorched, curled fur was recovering as well, each strand black, glossy, and crystalline. Even the lightning wounds deep enough to reveal bone had fully healed.
His vitality rapidly returned, his essence and vigor like a dragon, his bearing as fine as jade.
At that moment, a faint worry rose in the Blood Raven Holy Son's heart.
If Great-Grandfather still did not strike, it would be even more troublesome once this little thief fully recovered.
Unfortunately, Qin He had sealed its mouth, leaving it unable to speak. It could only use the scattered corners of its vision to observe its surroundings, hoping to catch sight of Great-Grandfather.
Great-Grandfather knew the Blood Concealment