"He's very ill."
"Ill?"
"Different from your 'broken leg disease,' he has cold qi invading his marrow, his blood is nearly solidified... This has gone beyond simple 'typhoid fever'. If not treated in time, even if he temporarily recovers, he may suffer from serious chronic complications later."
The conversation of the youngsters, muffled, penetrates the wooden door and echoes in the gloomy cabin.
"..."
Xie Xuanyi slowly opens his eyes.
Darkness is all he sees.
For a brief moment, he feels as if he is "living a third life."
It took dozens of breaths for him to get used to the darkness, fortunately, he was not lying in a coffin in Yuzhu Town.
The cabin is narrow, with only a wooden bed and a square wooden cabinet.
Beyond that, there's nothing else.
"Uh..."
Xie Xuanyi sits up, involuntarily uttering a muffled groan.
The Divine Sea hums.
Pain floods in like the tide, along with the details of the battle on Little Desolate Mountain entering his Heart Sea.
