Qiao Yushan cried herself to sleep, and Su Han had no idea that his few words about assessing the herbs had triggered so many thoughts in her.
After handling the herbs, he carefully stored them away, planning to hand them over to Dong Lin the next day.
After taking a bath and washing away his fatigue, Su Han sat cross-legged on the bed and resumed his cultivation, never missing a day of practice.
The next morning, Su Han opened his eyes early.
Practicing all night left him feeling refreshed, and after stretching, he felt his body fill with strength once more. The incident yesterday where he physically taught a lesson to a thug was the first time Su Han had really taken physical action in nearly two years.
Merely circulating his Profound Qi briefly invigorated his body, bringing him extreme comfort.
"Still forcing me to fight, huh?" Su Han chuckled, washed up quickly, and went downstairs to eat breakfast, since he had to go to work today.