At this moment, Su Shi'er's own injuries were nothing worth mentioning.
Confirming and resolving the hidden problem within Lin Wuyou was what mattered most.
With the medicinal pills being refined and Su Shi'er's True Yuan assisting him, Lin Wuyou's internal injuries were suppressed. Under the guidance of his instinctive will, his chaotic True Yuan aura was also gradually sorted out and stabilized somewhat.
Seven days and seven nights later.
Without a change in expression, Su Shi'er took out another bottle of top-grade healing Spiritual Pills as usual, preparing to feed one to Lin Wuyou.
Just then, Lin Wuyou, who had been unconscious, let out a muffled groan and slowly opened his eyes.
"Hmm? Su Shi'er?"
Under the dim candlelight, Lin Wuyou watched the face before him shift from blurry to gradually distinct, and two flashes of surprise flickered through his eyes.
He immediately asked, "I... how long was I unconscious?"
No one knew his own affairs better than he did. In his view, once the Mysterious Thunder Blood Seal left behind by the Venerable Lord erupted, there should have been no way for him to survive.
"Exactly seven days and seven nights!"
Seeing him awaken, Su Shi'er secretly let out a breath of relief.
As he answered, he reversed the healing Spiritual Pill he had been holding out halfway and put it into his own mouth.
Seven days?
How could that be possible?
Could it be... that bastard Venerable Lord had deceived him?
No, that was not right. Judging from his expression at the time and the sharp look in his eyes before he died, there was absolutely no way it had been false.
Besides, the lightning that had suddenly erupted before he lost consciousness had been terrifying indeed.
Hearing Su Shi'er's answer, doubts arose in Lin Wuyou's heart.
Without