Chapter 355 - Still Wanting to Repair the golden puppet

Fang Hao trudged down the mountain, battling wind and snow that felt like knives. His ribs still throbbed with pain, and the chilling cold in his left arm hadn't completely dissipated, making every step a painful ordeal that racked his entire body. As he walked, he stuffed Medicinal Pills into his mouth. The Chaos Derivation Art circulated rapidly within him, yet his mind was in turmoil, with thoughts bubbling up one after another.