Master Huo's health remained the same as before.
Compared to before his illness, his body had become somewhat frail.
Qin Ruan walked down the cobblestone path at Champs Elysees Manor, her expression fleetingly filled with annoyance as she recalled his still failing health.
Now, every day that she cleansed his body, she was using up her own Evil Qi.
Which was the same as consuming her own lifespan.
Nonetheless, Master Huo's health still showed no sign of improvement.
Did they really have to wait for several months for his body to slowly recover?
Suddenly, Qin Ruan paused her steps, she pulled her coat around herself and looked at the refreshing courtyard.
The weather was growing increasingly cold.
In this golden October, the climate was colder compared to previous years.
Qin Ruan didn't particularly mind this, it was from the chatter of the servants that she learned that this year's winter was unusually bitter.