After resting with my eyes closed for a while, Uncle Yu brewed another pot of Foul Stench Soup.
After Mao Jing and I drank it, we rested for about an hour and finally regained a bit of strength.
There was finally some true qi in my dried-up dantian.
Simple movements were no longer a problem.
As for external injuries, they were all minor.
It was the drop in cultivation that left a knot of anger in my chest. The more I thought about it, the angrier and more uncomfortable I became.
By a little past six in the afternoon, Mao Jing and I had recovered considerably.
However, the true qi in our dantians had only recovered by a little over ten percent.
Even though we had only recovered a little over ten percent, Mao Jing and I still planned to follow Master to the back mountain tonight.
I had to watch that red-robed ghost die.
If possible, I wanted to slaughter her myself.
If I could absorb a mouthful of true qi from such a powerful vicious red-robed ghost, it would surely be incredibly potent...
That was what I thought to myself.
Meanwhile, Cheng Xiaohong prepared a whole table of dishes for us.
After witnessing our abilities, the Cheng brothers were exceedingly polite as well.
After dinner, we rested for around half an hour.
By about eight-thirty in the evening, the sky was completely dark.
Master was also ready to make his move.
He said to us,
"Get ready, everyone. We leave in ten minutes. Just watch how I deal with that Female Ghost!"
As he spoke, nameless fury flared in Master's eyes.
"Master, should we bring this round fan with us?"
I spoke while holding the fan.
Master glanced at it, then said,
"Of course we should keep it