A few hours after eating the pill, Fu Shi was still sleeping. His eyebrows were relaxed, and his face was very rosy, but for some reason, no one could wake him up.
When Fu Shi's brother heard that Fu Shi was sick, he came to visit him.
He grabbed Fu Shi's wrist and closed his eyes to feel it for a while before frowning.
Although his pulse was stable, only his biological brothers could tell that his pulse was still a little weak, and her heartbeat wasn't strong.
Fu Shi's brother grabbed his brother's hand and looked into the distance as he said, "My brother still has a mental demon that he hasn't overcome. Whether he overcomes it or not might depend on his cultivation level."
Outside the window, it was raining heavily.
Shen Chun had already helped him overcome the most difficult stage. He could only walk the rest of the way himself.
Fu Shi's dream—