Chan'er's injuries had indeed been severe, not feigned. It took a full half month before she recovered seventy or eighty percent of her former abilities.
Just as Xiang Yuan feared that the demonic qi within him was too heavy and dared not return directly to the Dry Abyss Realm, Chan'er was no less cautious than he was. She continued recuperating for another three to five days before she was willing to leave the suburban estate.
For the first seven days, Chan'er could not move at all. Every day, she watched Xiang Yuan change her medicine, and every other day he changed her clothes. It was worse than death; there was no telling how miserable it made her.
Worst of all, during that living hell, she found that the physician was truly skilled and extraordinarily attentive in caring for his patient, meticulous in every possible way. Gradually, she had become somewhat used to it.
Fortunately, as an innate cultivator, she could abstain from food, and she had a few methods of her own that spared her the awkward plight of the five grains' cycle. Otherwise, just imagining it was enough to make her shudder—she truly might not have endured it.
"Burp~~~"
At the second-floor window, Chan'er rubbed the small roll of fat around her belly and looked at Xiang Yuan practicing his saber in the courtyard, her teeth beginning to grind with a creak-creak.
I hate him so much. I really want to kill him!
Unfortunately, she could not.
Without Xiang Yuan to lead the way, she could not leave the Unborn Realm. Besides, she still needed to pry information about Jambu Gate out of him.
Chan'er had spent nearly a month nursing her wounds. With her peerlessly powerful comprehension, her cultivation had advanced yet again. Now that nearly all the