Canghai Tower

A month passed quickly.

After all, it was said that injuries to muscles and bones took a hundred days to heal. Recovering in one month was already very fast.

During that month, Zhou Qiubai did only three things.

Eat, sleep, and beat Doudou—

Bah, meditate.

The battle against the Twelve Guards had drained him completely. Forget Soul Power—he had not had a single drop of any kind of strength left.

That feeling of overexertion was not something a short sleep could recover from.

For the first few days, he did not even touch his sword and simply lay lazily in the guest room.

Tong An brought meals up on time every day, all kinds of dishes, changing the menu constantly.

Zhou Qiubai teased, "Are you fattening up a pig?"

"If a pig eats, it can grow meat. You ate and didn't even say thank you."

Tong An shot back too.

This guy—why did he turn out to be a little bastard once they got familiar?

By the fourth day, he finally began meditating. By the seventh day, he finally opened his eyes and discovered that not only had he returned to his peak state, after being pushed to his limit, he had also reached level 62.

Compared with him, Yang Guyun recovered even earlier. By the sixth day, he could already practice alone with the Returnless Spear in hand. After all, his physical foundation had always been solid.

When Zhou Qiubai pushed open the door and went downstairs, Yang Guyun was already leisurely drinking congee in the main hall, his Soul Power fluctuations resting steadily at level sixty-six.

Tong An stood behind the counter wiping cups. When he saw Zhou Qiubai coming down the stairs, he called out in a teasing tone, "Yo, our hero's come down."

Zhou Qiubai's steps