Old Driver White
Editor: Kurisu
Song Shuhang sat on the bed, and asked, "Sixteen? For how long have I slept?"
When he sat up, he discovered that his explosive muscles had deflated quite a bit. His muscles had shrunk by a whole notch and become more solid, with his constitution also getting a little stronger in the process.
Did my muscles shrink after I managed to write down from memory the ❮Self-Cultivating Prose Poetry of the Sage❯, speeding up the assimilation of the remaining medicinal strength of the demodragon medicine? Song Shuhang thought to himself.
"Oh, you woke up?" Su Clan's Sixteen turned her head around, and replied, "You slept for one hour in total."
"What? This long?" Song Shuhang laughed, somewhat embarrassed, and then asked, "I see. Anyway, where did Senior White and Senior Lychee go?"