Two days later.
Xue Qinghe regulated her breath with the Moonlight Pulse Recovery Classic for two days, causing the claw marks on her left shoulder to scab over and quickly sprout fresh pink flesh.
Moreover, not only did her internal force recover about seventy to eighty percent, but her delicate countenance also returned to its former lustrous glow, no longer bearing a pale and feeble appearance.
Thus, although her injuries had not fully healed, they were no longer a serious issue.
Early in the morning, in the Martial Training Courtyard.
Xue Qinghe pinned up her long hair with a hairpin and stood in the courtyard, her waist and back straight, recovering the capable and poised demeanor of a Sixth-Rank Demon Suppressor as of old.
At that moment Fang Han carried two bowls of hot porridge out from the kitchen and placed them on the stone table, "Eat before you go."
Xue Qinghe did not refuse, sitting down to pick up the porridge bowl, and took a couple of sips.
The porridge was plain rice porridge with only a few green vegetable leaves tossed inside, light and tasteless.
Yet she ate with extreme earnestness, spoonful by spoonful, finishing the entire bowl of porridge completely clean.
Setting down the bowl, Xue Qinghe raised her gaze to look at Fang Han, her pretty eyes carrying a rare trace of solemnity.
"Fang Han, I must go. Regarding the matter of the ghost fog in the Transverse Mountains, I must return to Lingzhou Prefecture as soon as possible to report to the bureau and can delay no longer!"
Fang Han nodded, "As a Demon Suppression Envoy with duties on you, I understand."
Xue Qinghe stood up, retrieved a very small bronze token from her waist, and placed it on the stone table.
The bronze token