After some roughhousing, Chen Fei's attention returned to the wounds on Ming Daochuan.
First, he had gone nearly half a month without eating or drinking. Now, because of that broken formation talisman, he suffered spiritual array backlash, adding injury to injury. To put it simply, if it weren't for the peculiar nature of his cultivation method, it would have been a miracle for anyone else to even be standing right now.
Thinking of this, Chen Fei reached to his waist storage bag with a swipe, and a light gleamed, bringing forth a pill bottle in his hand.
"What's this?" Ming Daochuan couldn't help but look astonished, creatures appearing out of thin air? What is this sorcery? Could it be this powerful!?
"A storage bag, a little item in the cultivation world. I have many of them; master, I'll get you a few later." Chen Fei explained as he pinched a pill from the bottle.
"Master, eat this." Chen Fei handed the pill to Ming Daochuan.
