Chương 238: Treasure Saber

"Your Majesty, your humble servant is still injured." Ren Baqian was feeling conflicted. He was still thinking about the saber under his mattress.

"Your injuries have already healed, at most you have lost some blood. You can go for training, or do you want me to accompany you to train?" The empress was exasperated by him. She had never seen a person who disliked martial arts before. Was there anyone in Dayao who have had such an opportunity and yet never went all out to train?

At this moment, there was only a slight scar left on Ren Baqian's wound. The efficacy of the black mud cream could be rated as a divine drug.

He felt like dying during the period his wound was healing.

Just like this, Ren Baqian's duration of boxing practice, increased from six hours to eight hours daily.

Ren Baqian felt that he was seeking success by working himself to death.