Fang Hao watched the nine yin yang harmony pills, spinning and emitting a tempting Chaos luster, pop out of the Pill Furnace.
He felt as if his bones had been removed.
He collapsed onto the ground, limbs splayed, not wanting to move a finger.
He felt like a squeezed-dry, hollowed-out sack; every part of him, inside and out, did not feel like his own.
His head was heavy, as if filled with lead; his eyes dimmed, and his ears buzzed.
Only the rich, heavenly fragrance of the Medicinal Pill kept drilling into his nose, reminding him that... it seemed to have succeeded?
Damn it... finally... not all for nothing...
He grinned, but it pulled at the dried blood scabs on his face, making him gasp in pain.
Struggling, using his last bit of strength, he beckoned with his hand, using his Qi to carefully gather the nine precious Medicinal Pills and put them into the jade bottle Princess Mu Yijing had prepared.
