Qin Huai laughed at himself, but there was no expression on his face.
"Oh well, strength is still strength!"
He felt his dantian. Now, only the white dragon was left alone. The original purple ball of lightning also turned into thousands of scattered lightning arcs that wandered wantonly in his qi and blood, slowly devouring them.
However, Qin Huai's body was already numb, so he couldn't feel the pain. The fastest way to resolve his current condition was undoubtedly to restore his golden blood. At that time, everything would be easily solved.
"Medicinal herbs… and realm." Qin Huai began to think.
"Young Master Qin..."
The door was pushed open, and a kind-looking old man came in, saying, "I'm here to diagnose you on the orders of the master."
"I'll have to trouble Mister!" Qin Huai was very respectful as he extended his hand.