Within the space of the jade bangle, Su Mo calmed his mind and focused on refining the Chaos Origin Qi.
One source stone after another was consumed, and his damaged Saint Pill slowly repaired itself.
Bing Yue had said that Su Mo's Saint Pill would need around a year to recover, but with Su Mo's recovery speed, how could it possibly take a year?
As long as he had enough source stones, he would need only a little over a month to make a full recovery.
Time continued to pass, and the source stones steadily dwindled.
Ten days later, the smallest crack on Su Mo's Saint Pill had vanished, repaired to perfection.
The other two cracks had also shrunk by nearly half. Complete restoration was no longer far away.
This made his Saint Pill more stable, and a large portion of his strength had returned as well.
That day.
A group of powerful experts arrived outside the inn.
There were five people in the group. The two walking at the rear were precisely the two Witch Tribe youths from the alley ten days ago.
The cultivation of those two was not high. One was a Saint King, while the other was merely a late-stage Martial Saint realm martial artist.
Of the three at the front, two were incomparably burly middle-aged men, members of the Overlord Race.
Both were Void God realm third transformation Great Powers. Their auras were incomparably deep and powerful, their bodies brimming with explosive strength.
The person walking between the two Overlord Race experts was likewise a Witch Tribe youth.
He was tall and thin, dressed in black, with a huge pitch-black saber strapped to his back.
Most strangely, his eyes had no pupils at all. They were utterly black, a sight that inspired dread.
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