Not until the final wave of Dark Star Sand drifted past did Wen Qingye finally let out a small sigh of relief. He then channeled Primordial Qi to the wounds covering his body. Wherever it passed, the gashes began to close at a rapid pace.
By now, Wen Qingye was drenched in sweat, his robes soaked through. His body was covered in a dense web of wounds, each one radiating a bone-deep agony.
Wen Qingye gritted his teeth and signaled to the Ice Python.
The wind howled as the Ice Python charged forward, its speed not decreasing in the slightest.
「Three days passed.」 In that time, Wen Qingye's injuries had improved slightly. He had repaired another seven meridians, bringing the total to sixteen. However, he would still need at least a month to recover completely.
