Inside the fog zone.
Lin Hui stood at the spot where his disciple had mentioned burying the medicine.
The surrounding swathes of earth and stone had all been pulverized into extremely fine grit.
These black grains covered every nearby area.
"This was when I used my sword technique..." Lin Hui recalled the circumstances of their clash, helplessness flickering through his eyes.
The Precious Medicine Tao Xuehai had painstakingly found had probably been dug up along with the rocks and trees, then crushed into dry grit.
"It's fine, Teacher. It's all right." Tao Xuehai, standing behind him, was somewhat speechless as well, but quickly recovered.
"There's more of that medicine. I exchanged for it from the Mysterious Eagle Sect. The sect master has deep connections and vast abilities—no one knows where he got such an enormous stockpile of resources. That's how he was able to establish the Mysterious Eagle Sect and contend with the Qinghe Sect without falling behind in such a short time."
He paused, continuously stuffing healing pills into his mouth. It seemed that martial artists who had fused with an imitation Insect Scripture required specially tailored medicine as well; the medicine Lin Hui had given him had not worked in the slightest.
Clearly, they had already stepped beyond the bounds of ordinary human physiques.
Then again, what normal person could shatter their own body into swarms of insects?
"Next time, this disciple will exchange for more medicine. Teacher need not worry." Tao Xuehai spoke earnestly.
At this point, he looked much more recovered. In barely over an hour, he seemed to have suffered no serious harm.
This gave Lin Hui a new understanding of the recovery abilities of martial artists fused with the Insect Scripture.
"It is nothing. Just mind your own safety." Lin Hui sighed. "Your Whirlwind