"This time, if Little Yan is to make a full recovery, it'll probably take another half a month, or even a full month."
Yao Chen sighed helplessly as he looked at the tiny Ink-green Seed pulled from Xiao Yan's body in his hand.
Immediately afterward, he casually tossed the thing away before grabbing Xiao Yan by the collar.
With a flash, he returned to the sky.
"Old fellow, you've finally come back to life. If you'd been any slower, you might never have seen me again."
The instant the former appeared in the sky, Wind Venerable, who had previously been casually sent flying by the Sixth Heavenly Venerate, dragged his injured body over unsteadily.
"Hehe, aren't you fine?"
Seeing that his old friend was unharmed, a smile finally appeared on Yao Chen's lips.
The gloom in his heart over Xiao Yan's severe injuries also dissipated somewhat.
"You're still the same as ever."
Wind Venerable helplessly shook his head at the former's reaction, but did not say much else.
After all, as the former's friend of several decades, he naturally understood Yao Chen's unreliable nature very well.
However, when he thought of how Yao Chen had successfully advanced to the Half-Saint realm, Wind Venerable could not help but smile. "But you old man, you were stuck at the Peak Ninth-turn Dou Zun realm for so many years and were never able to break through. This time, your wish has finally come true—you've successfully become a Half-Saint."
Having accompanied Yao Chen from their youth until now, he naturally knew that Yao Chen had damaged his foundation rather severely in childhood due to being too hasty.
Under normal circumstances, barring any accident, this old fellow could only have remained at the Ninth-turn Dou Zun realm until he died of old age.
Yet now,