At dawn.
Zhou Ping'an got up early, and together with Lin Huaiyu, the two went to the Herbal Garden to collect the "Seven-Colored Pill" that had been refined.
Nine pills.
Old Man Qing didn't keep a single one for himself.
He was weary in spirit but felt extremely good at heart.
After handing over the "Seven-Colored Pill," he smiled broadly and shooed them away.
"This old bag of bones can't take much tossing around...
You two go and come back quickly. I'll be watching the house, and there shouldn't be a problem for a short time," he said.
Zhou Ping'an pondered for a moment and then understood the meaning behind Old Man Qing's words.
After all, the old man had depleted too much of his lifespan...
Over the years, his True Qi had scattered and lost its nourishment, leaving him unable to advance any further.
Although he had healed his body and was able to use True Qi, if it came to a true life-and-death struggle, he would be a hero for only three minutes.