Who knows how long it was before Zong Shou awoke from his sleep in a daze.
The first thing he felt was his right wrist hurting. Raising it in front of him, it had already stopped bleeding, but that light red mark was really astonishing.
Zong Shou sighed to himself. He was so used to bloodletting now. If it wasn't that he had some success in training his marrow and his vital energy was strong, he would probably suffer from weakness of the blood.
The talisman inks that spirit masters used were most effective when they used their own blood essence, but it wasn't that there was nothing that could be used to replace it. There were at least ten other substances that were much more effective. Unfortunately, he had none of them beside him.
Looking at the window, he didn't need to guess, realizing that this was noon of the next day.