"Teacher, it's time for your medicine."
"I'm not taking it! I'm perfectly healthy!"
Seeing his teacher shriek and flee into the bedroom, turn into a bird, and burrow under the covers, Pan Long shook his head helplessly. He set the pot of dark-green medicinal broth on the table beside him. It was still bubbling and giving off a strange green smoke.
A breeze blew a little of the smoke toward him. His brow furrowed, and he instinctively closed his nostrils against the smell. Only after forming a barrier of True Qi around the medicine to contain the odor did he breathe a sigh of relief.
"If you don't take your medicine, you'll recover very slowly," he said. "Lanling Kuang and Lie Yukou, two Immortals, worked together to prepare this remedy for you. It can repair your Spirit Soul. You forced yourself to fight at full strength when your Primordial Qi was already badly depleted. Worse, at the end, you used the Shaking Light Bow and Starfall Arrow at tremendous cost to your Spirit Soul. You damaged its very foundation. That's why you're sick."
"Now you can either devour souls or take the medicine. I wouldn't mind catching some people who deserve to die for you, but you said you were picky. And now you won't even take your medicine... Are you planning to spend centuries recuperating?"
Bi Lingkong's shriek came from the bundled-up quilt. "I'm not taking it, and that's that! It's bitter enough to kill me! Those two must have made it so bitter on purpose to bully me! The Elixirs Wen Er used to make were fragrant and sweet! They came in corn, apple, and banana flavors!"
Pan Long sighed. "Wen Chao has been dead for over a thousand years. Where am I supposed to find him to