He had no idea how much time had passed.
When Baicang slowly woke, he saw an "old chrysanthemum" hovering right in front of him.
It was Bang's grinning face...
"Old man! What are you doing!"
Baicang jolted in fright and abruptly sat up, only to feel lightheaded and fall back down.
His physical injuries were already fine, but his mind had yet to recover. The sudden movement brought on a powerful wave of dizziness.
"Urgh... urgh!"
Baicang hurriedly rolled onto his side and began dry-heaving violently.
Quite some time passed.
Only then did the discomfort and nausea slowly fade. Baicang rolled onto his back, panting heavily.
"You really have some nerve, kid~"
Bang stepped back and sat in the chair beside the bed, his gaze fixed on Baicang the entire time.
"You're even more gifted than I thought. To think you actually incorporated psychic powers into the Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist. Honestly..."
Bang did not know what to say either and merely shook his head helplessly.
Then he stared at Baicang again and said gravely,
"Physical injuries don't seem to affect you. I don't know whether that's because of your psychic powers, but..."
Bang tapped his own head for Baicang.
"...problems with your mind are what matter most. You need to be careful when you train from now on."
Baicang first nodded, then looked around and asked in confusion, "Where's Charanko?"
The room was empty except for a bed, a chair, and the assortment of medicine jars set off to the side.
Bang was the only person there.
Wasn't Charanko supposed to look after him as Bang's disciple? Why was Bang the one beside him?
"Oh, you were unconscious for a few hours. It's already five in the afternoon. After carrying you to the infirmary, he went home to