The Peacock Great Wisdom King's Yellow Feather

Work hard, reach higher.

Those words were easy to say, but difficult to put into practice.

Besides himself, Zhang Xuezhou also had to bring his family along and make sure they kept up.

These matters weighed heavily on Zhang Xuezhou, and even when it was time to sleep, he was still burdened with worries.

But Zhang Xuezhou soon found his balance again.

When he leaped into the other world, he discovered that the Buddhist disciple had left his body and returned to his own.

The Buddhist disciple, however, looked even more burdened with worries. His eyes seemed vacant and lost, filled with all manner of helplessness.

"Buddhist disciple, have your injuries completely healed?"

Zhang Xuezhou rolled over and got up, then tugged at the Buddhist disciple's body.

"Hiss!"

The tug seemed to have aggravated the Buddhist disciple's injuries. He let out a sound of unbearable pain, and the worried look on his face turned to agony.

"Give... give... treatment!"

The Buddhist disciple summoned every ounce of strength he had and finally managed to get the words out.

The night Zhang Xuezhou had spent lying quietly had also been a night the Buddhist disciple had spent lying quietly.

Back in his own body, the Buddhist disciple not only had to endure the lingering effects of his grave injuries, but his hasty departure from Zhang Xuezhou's body had also left his soul and physical body unable to fully align. Right now, he could not move at all.

The former would leave him dead from his injuries, while the latter would rob him of control over his body.

Whichever way it went, the Buddhist disciple felt his end would be miserable.

He had thought about many, many things that night, enduring the torment of passing time as he clung to a single breath