More than half a month had passed. Huang Xiao wondered how Yan Youwang's injuries were now.
Huang Xiao wanted to ask Wu Cang about them, but later gave up the idea.
He had better look after himself for now. Improving his strength was what mattered.
Wu Cang would probably report Yan Youwang's situation to the Hall Master.
Right now, Wu Cang probably did not want to come looking for him either, for fear of disturbing his cultivation.
While Huang Xiao was thinking of Wu Cang, Wu Cang was reporting the situation at Wei Yidao's residence.
"So, Yan Youwang has been healing his injuries throughout this past half month, and they've eased somewhat?" Wei Yidao asked.
"Yes. Although I cannot gauge them accurately, I can still tell that Yan Youwang's injuries this time are extremely severe. Without the medicinal pills we provided, he would probably struggle to recover on his own," Wu Cang said.
"His injuries are that severe?" Wei Yidao's expression changed slightly.
Huang Xiao had told him about Yan Youwang at the time, but he had not expected Yan Youwang's injuries to be so severe.
Wu Cang's account probably still fell somewhat short. It was not quite right to say he was holding anything back; rather, with his strength, he probably could not fully discern the state of Yan Youwang's injuries.
An old fellow like Yan Youwang had plenty of tricks. He could not possibly expose his true condition to others.
Thus, Wei Yidao felt that Yan Youwang's injuries were even worse than Wu Cang had described.
Had he not encountered Huang Xiao, and had Huang Xiao not provided all those rare and precious medicinal pills, Yan Youwang probably would not merely have failed to recover-his injuries would have claimed his old life.
"However, his condition should be stable