At this moment, night had already fallen, but Chen Mo stopped Bai Xiaotian, who was still in high spirits.
That old fellow was truly worked up now, constantly rambling about everything under the sun. He had even accidentally revealed how he used to seek out fallen women for comfort. Chen Mo was utterly speechless.
Although he knew the old fellow was excited, there was no need to get this excited, was there?
Chen Mo could only make him stop, then discussed some other matters with him, including future arrangements and how they would stay in contact, before ending the conversation.
After explaining everything, he had no desire to hear about the old fellow's experiences with fallen women, so he hurriedly left. If they kept talking, the old fellow might even start describing the positions.
Now that Bai Xiaotian's Dantian had recovered, there would be no problem as long as he did not force himself to make a move or use Internal Strength during the recovery period. He also could not train blindly. He needed restraint and had to perform Internal Circulation slowly. Everything had only just recovered and was still fragile; he could not allow the newly regenerated tissues to be damaged again.
Of course, Chen Mo also left behind some Pills, instructing him to take one every seven days to further speed up his Dantian's recovery.
Since he had already intervened, he might as well restore it properly and repair the Dantian in the shortest possible time. Naturally, these things were not particularly valuable to Chen Mo. They were Pills he had refined back in Japan to meet the needs of Martial Artists.
After arranging things, Chen Mo prepared to return home. Once back, he intended to deal with Wang Ling, the fellow also known as Ghost Spirit.
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