Inside a residence on Five Immortal Island, Yuan Hongying's injuries finally stabilized after he took a great number of spirit pills and miraculous medicines and recuperated for three days.
The extensive burns inflicted by the Heavenly Thunder Spirit Fire had begun to fester after coming into contact with seawater, becoming extremely life-threatening.
Only because Yuan Hongying possessed a large supply of spirit pills and miraculous medicines, and because his own cultivation was formidable, had he survived. Had it been an ordinary martial artist, even if they managed to keep their life, their cultivation would have plummeted.
Even so, if Yuan Hongying wanted to make a full recovery, it would take at least another ten days.
Seeing the Young Master open his eyes, joy appeared on both Eunuch Fu's and Granny Mao's faces.
"Young Master, I've stewed some excellent nourishing soup for you. I'll bring it over. Have a sip first and replenish yourself."
Yet Eunuch Fu looked at Yuan Hongying with some concern.
The Young Master's physical injuries after this defeat were secondary. What truly mattered was his state of mind and his mindset!
If this severe blow left the Young Master unable to recover from the setback, that would be the real devastating blow.
What worried Eunuch Fu was that after Yuan Hongying woke, his expression was filled with despondency, without the slightest trace of spirit.
The drive and vigor that had once shone in his eyes had all vanished. He looked utterly listless.
Eunuch Fu's heart abruptly sank. What he had feared most had still happened.
"Is everyone under heaven laughing at me, Yuan Hongying, for overestimating myself and bringing humiliation upon myself?"
"Has the battle between Di Kuohai and me spread across the entire Primordial Continent? Have I become the laughingstock of the world?"
Yuan Hongying's face