A night without words.
The next morning, Qin Yu had cultivated for the entire night, constantly using that thread of pure Qi within his body to nourish his damaged meridians.
In the future, unless absolutely necessary, never use the last move of Seven Injuries Fist again!
Qin Yu silently told himself.
It was like a multimillionaire getting used to the feeling of being rich and then suddenly becoming penniless; that taste was definitely unbearable.
Whoosh....
Suddenly, the vital Qi within his body spread like a flood, filling every meridian.
Actually, since he was injured, he had been cultivating the Shen Zhao Jing, with the Qi residing in his kidneys, because the damaged meridians could not store the Qi.
Now that his meridians had recovered, the Qi naturally couldn't wait to flow into them.
Sigh....
That's great!
Qin Yu opened his eyes and took a deep breath, casually pulling out a tissue and tossing it into the air.
Bang!