Ren Feifan walked towards his bedroom, with his back turned, pretends to be composure.
He knew the elder behind him was watching him.
His gaze was intense, waiting for him to collapse.
Therefore, he absolutely could not show any signs of injury, nor could he cough up a mouthful of blood!
Even though his whole body was in discomfort due to the turmoil of blood and qi, each kind of pain hitting him.
But he won't even utter a word about it!
But come to think of it, that old chap had thrown such a domineering move.
Although he knew from the start that slapping Chen Linglong could cause him some harm, he was entirely unprepared to be harmed to this extent.
Ren Feifan could clearly feel how his True Qi was completely scrambled. His Dantian was even showing traces of fracturing.
If it wasn't for him retracting his power halfway through, it would have been unimaginable.
Today, he couldn't use his True Qi again. His Dantian might need several days to recover.