"San Shui, did you actually go to the hospital? Why do you seem to be getting weaker and weaker?"
"Don't tell me... you've found yourself a girlfriend?"
As Chen Miao passed the funeral supplies shop, Sister Li once again greeted him with some concerned teasing.
"I did. I've already started taking traditional Chinese medicine to restore my health, but that takes time."
Hearing Chen Miao's answer, Sister Li finally nodded.
"Traditional medicine is good. It's fine if it takes a little longer."
Chen Miao smiled and left, heading toward the courtyard.
The moment he stepped inside, the courtyard spring breeze formation eased his knitted brows a little.
Chen Miao settled into a reclining chair in the courtyard and basked in the sun.
He had been doing this every day for the past few days.
Ever since returning that day, Chen Miao had been in poor physical condition.
This time, his weakness had nothing to do with vital blood. It came from damage to his soul body.
That final explosion at Bright Moon Lake had brought Chen Miao's first life in the Mortal World to an end.
Dying had not been pleasant.
After waking up in reality, Chen Miao had felt as if his head were splitting apart. Without activating [Clearheart], he suspected he would have been bedridden for days.
So he had done nothing these past few days except take walks and sunbathe.
He was much better now and could move freely without activating [Clearheart].
But he still could not mobilize soul power to control certain states or use mystic arts.
Aside from his brute strength, most of his abilities were currently restricted.
Fortunately, there was nothing he needed to do at the Funeral Home.
At this rate, my soul body might take more than a month to recover.
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