Political Forces

Under the moonlight, inside the cave, Ling Xian’s eyes were tightly shut as he sat in a lotus position. Borrowing the energy from the Dan of Life and Growth, he slowly adjusted and healed his internal wounds.

Sadly, his injuries were very severe. Even the spiritual Dan of the seventh rank was unable to cure him in such a short period of time. He has to take it slow this time.

Yun Yan and the other five cultivators had already been completely healed by the Dan of Life and Growth. Every single one of them was high in spirit, lively as a tiger, and even their training improved a little compared to before.

Currently, inside the quiet cave, Uncle Zhong and the other two guards were resting peacefully against the stone wall.

All the pursuers had died. Everyone here could finally drift into a deep sleep without any worries.