After a few circulations, the chaotic Qi in Ling zhonghao's meridians had all entered his Qi sea, and there was no more abnormality.
"Grandfather, I'm done?" Ling zhonghao asked in disbelief.
"Nonsense. I'll do it myself. How can it not be good?" The great elder rolled his eyes and retorted with dissatisfaction. His expression was still arrogant.
"It's all thanks to grandfather's timely intervention. Otherwise, I'd really be finished this time. " Ling zhonghao recalled the few times when he was on the edge of death's door and said with lingering fear. As he spoke, he picked up the mirror. After looking at it, he screamed,"Oh my God, my face, how did my face become like this?"
In the mirror was a face darker than the bottom of a pot. If it weren't for his bright eyes and big teeth, no one would be able to tell at night.
"That's because the poison from your second uncle's seven herbs pill hasn't subsided yet. He'll be back to normal in a while. " First elder consoled.