After taking the pills and receiving the nourishment of their medicinal power, the three students whose vital auras had been listless finally recovered somewhat.
Then, supported by the classmates beside them, they struggled to stand.
"Inspector, can we still recover?" one student could not help asking.
Once the medicinal power maintaining the false appearance had been dispelled, they could feel with incomparable clarity the sensation of having overdrawn their potential and damaged their foundations.
Their entire bodies were weak and powerless, their mouths dry and parched, their hearts palpitating and heads swimming. Even the spiritual power circulating within them seemed like duckweed without roots, liable to scatter and drain away at any moment...
That feeling of life force leaking away would unsettle even a beast with meager intelligence, let alone a member of the Human Race—and a cultivator at that.
Zhang Yunlu paused, looked at the three of them, and ultimately shook her head slightly. "Generally speaking, no."
Once pills of this sort, which hacked away at one's own vital essence and overdraw potential and foundations, were taken, the damage they caused was difficult to reverse.
Unless they could obtain rare spiritual medicines, miraculous pills, or the aid of a high-level cultivator skilled in the path of life force.
Under normal circumstances, that was simply impossible!
But this time, they could count themselves lucky—Martial Uncle happened to be nearby.
However, Martial Uncle had yet to act. Clearly, he wanted them to remember this lesson...
There was no need to reveal that for now.
Sure enough, after hearing Zhang Yunlu's words, the relief in the other students' eyes grew ever stronger, while the expressions of the three students were each different.
Fury, sorrow, terror...
Yet whatever emotion they wore, behind it all lay the despair of a heart deader than death.