So in truth, their clash of energy blasts had ended in a fairly even match.
Yun Yun had been injured and poisoned. After swallowing an antidote, she left without another word.
As for Sun Dog, his leg was broken again, and he was now flying along on crutches.
"I feel like I spent most of this past year running all over the place..."
Back in Wutan City, Xiao Ding felt as though at least two or three years had passed, even though it had only been a little over one.
All he could say was that far too much had happened...
"I remember you saying Little Yanzi was in Tagor. We won't stay in Wutan City for long. Get everything ready, and we'll hit the road again."
Sun Buxiao grinned and squeezed Xiao Ding's shoulder.
"Buxiao, Little Yanzi's current situation has something to do with you, doesn't it? He... he's advancing so quickly. Could that be dangerous?"
Xiao Ding looked a little worried.
Of course he was delighted that Little Yanzi had regained his talent and was making rapid breakthroughs, but if Little Yanzi damaged his foundation over that damned business with the Misty Cloud Sect, the gains would hardly outweigh the losses.
"Relax. His foundation is solid-more solid than yours, at least. Speaking of which, now that you're a Da Dou Shi, want to try my millet porridge?"
After all these years of experiments, Sun Buxiao had more or less figured out the thresholds for using millet porridge.
Someone at the Da Dou Shi level could begin trying ordinary millet porridge, once a month or twice at most. Any more than that could cause a mental breakdown or leave some other permanent debuff.
As for millet porridge infused with emotion, one had to be at least a Dou Ling