If it were someone else, they'd surely faint from the pain.
Qu Tan'er was in so much agony that her face was pale, yet she bit down hard and endured.
He mentioned a period of time, but how long is that?!
At this moment, she desperately wanted to curse. That dead dragon didn't warn her beforehand. He mentioned it only after she had consumed the fruit.
"You said a period of time… how, how long?" Her words were frail, trembling.
"Um…"
The old dragon looked at her state and hesitated slightly.
After a long pause, he finally stammered, "At least half a month… as long as you can endure, it'll be fine."
At least? That word was crucial; he didn't say it would be just half a month! It could be more than half a month, maybe even a month or two. Must she endure torture for that long?
When Qu Tan'er heard this, her face turned even paler.
What kind of godforsaken thing?!
She tried to speak again but couldn't utter a word.
