"...I'm fine."
After a considerable delay, the blood retreats gradually from his corneas, and his contorted face slowly regains its calmness.
Ye Hanjun inhales deeply, three times in succession, and slowly straightens his body.
Indeed, he cannot afford to be careless...
He hadn't coughed much this morning, perhaps because he had soaked his body in Ice Skin Jade Dew last night and absorbed trace amounts of nutrients, slightly restoring his vitality.
But this was like trying to stop a raging fire with a cup of water; the duration was too fleeting.
His worn-out body could cough up blood at any moment.
This level of pain could cause him to lose control of his body in an instant.
If he were attacked during this moment of vulnerability, or if this were to happen at a critical and extremely dangerous moment...
Thinking of this, there was an inevitable gloom in Ye Hanjun's pitch-black eyes.