Given Feng Ling's personality, she would never willingly leave her opponent a chance to catch their breath.
But in her current condition, even walking was difficult, let alone dealing with the Labyrinth Master, so she could only wait patiently for her body to recover.
Baozi gathered branches nearby and lit a fire, keeping the main hall dry and warm.
Huangfu Miaomiao took everything out of the Inventory Slots and carefully counted their supplies.
"There isn't much food left. We have four boxes of self-heating rice meals remaining, and not enough water... Though we still have plenty of compressed biscuits."
She looked at the resting Feng Ling and quietly asked, "How about I exchange for some Nutrient Paste? The little jelly you always talk about. It can quickly restore stamina and replenish the water the body needs."
Feng Ling closed her eyes and lazily said, "Let's finish the self-heating meal first."
Feng Ling was psychologically somewhat resistant to these products Players used. She always felt that once she resorted to unconventional recovery methods, it meant she was too weak to recover through normal means.
For example—when she had a fever, she preferred to tough it out and only took medicine when she truly could not bear it anymore. But if a high fever worsened to the point where she needed an injection, she would start wondering whether her constitution was complete garbage.
Feng Ling was somewhat proud at heart. She considered herself strong.
—The strong did not need to live cautiously and carefully. Without that confidence, they probably were not strong enough.
Huangfu Miaomiao opened the package of self-heating meal.
Feng Ling ate this stuff all the time, and Huangfu Miaomiao had learned how to prepare it while following her around. Before long, she had four steaming boxes of rice with