Before Lu Huaming had finished speaking, light flashed from the Exquisite Ring on Shen Luo's wrist, and a white jade porcelain bottle fell out.
Lu Huaming reacted swiftly, reaching out with one hand to catch the bottle. Seeing Shen Luo's lips moving without producing a sound, he immediately understood, pulled out the stopper, and poured out a fragrant pill, which he fed to Shen Luo.
Once the Milk Spirit Pill entered his stomach, potent medicinal energy immediately spread through his dantian and flowed throughout his body.
All the wounds on Shen Luo's body began rapidly healing. Before their very eyes, the bleeding stopped and his flesh knitted back together, though his face remained deathly pale and he looked terribly weak.
Only after resting for a good while did his expression improve slightly. He motioned for Lu Huaming to release him and slowly straightened up.
"Brother Shen, what happened to you...?" Lu Huaming frowned slightly. Rather than asking aloud, he spoke through voice transmission.
"It's nothing. How could I use a secret technique without paying a price?" Shen Luo replied, his voice somewhat hoarse.
"True. But it seems your cultivation in your past life was far greater than mine. The backlash doesn't seem quite as severe, either, though you certainly seem to have suffered plenty." Seeing his condition, Lu Huaming secretly breathed a sigh of relief and spoke through voice transmission.
Shen Luo could only smile bitterly in silence. He, too, had only just begun to vaguely understand that the cultivation he had borrowed was not from his past life, but from a thousand years in the future, where he had traveled in his dreams.
Though he still did not understand how it worked, judging from everything he had felt, the figure had overlapped with him and raised his cultivation to