It took a full three sticks of incense for Chen Qiu's condition to somewhat recover. Originally, they did not plan to stay in Fufeng City, but they had no choice but to stop and rest there for a moment when Chen Qiu's condition suddenly deteriorated rapidly on the way.
Seeing Chen Qiu open his eyes,
Fat Long approached him anxiously, "How are you feeling, Brother Qiu? Are you okay?"
"It's not serious."
Chen Qiu, his body covered in a layer of sticky cold sweat, sat cross-legged on the bed with a beast fur blanket wrapped around him. His condition had almost improved a bit by then. Although he had not returned to normal, he was no longer in danger of passing out.
On the way, that intense resentful energy had almost penetrated his body. Fortunately, he had enough spiritual energy within him to barely resist it.
Swallowing that golden pill had not only greatly enhanced his cultivation but also refilled his drained Tao Foundation to the brim.