Feng Butong had been wounded by a slash from the Fengyi Sword and nearly lost his life. Now, seeing it change direction and fly toward him again, he was already frightened out of his wits. How could he dare take it head-on? He hastily summoned a leaf-shaped Demonic Treasure and fled at top speed!
Xu Qingtong did not pursue him. He put away the Fengyi Sword and the Houtu Seal, gave Zhou Zhiren an icy look, then turned and entered the Garrison Manor.
Zhou Zhiren regretted it so bitterly his guts could have turned green. What on earth had he done? He was like that thing looking in a mirror-neither side saw him as human!
He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. He had intended to enter the Garrison Manor and explain himself to Xu Qingtong, but the man had no intention of letting him in and shut the gates outright!
Left with no choice, Zhou Zhiren returned to his own residence.
After entering the Garrison Manor, Xu Qingtong closed the gates. It was not directed at Zhou Zhiren; rather, his condition was dreadful!
His face was deathly pale, his vision dark, and he swayed on the verge of collapse. He staggered back into his room and fell headfirst onto the bed.
Although he had gravely wounded Feng Butong in this battle, he had paid a tremendous price himself. Burning away a third of his blood had damaged his origin qi. He reckoned he would not recover fully within a year!
After resting for a while, Xu Qingtong slowly opened his eyes, took out an elixir, and swallowed it. Then he sat cross-legged and began refining its medicinal power to replenish his depleted blood and vitality first. His damaged origin qi could only be restored slowly through cultivation!
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