"Hum!"
Suddenly, their hands parted, and Ling Tianyu's right hand lifted, emitting a soft glow. The black specks that had entered his body miraculously sank into the floor from beneath his feet and turned into a puff of steam, disappearing without a trace.
"Thump! Thump! Thump!"
After doing all this, Ling Tianyu didn't stand steady, stumbling three steps backward. Fortunately, Zhao Xiangde was quick to react and supported him, preventing a fall that would have certainly sent him to the ground.
Having lost more than half of his essence blood, the impact on him was significant; he now just hoped it hadn't shaken the foundation of his cultivation, as recovery would otherwise be difficult.
"You brew a prescription for me, I'll give you the formula," Ling Tianyu said to Zhao Xiangde.
Zhao Xiangde hurriedly nodded and brought over paper and pen.
"Swoosh! Swoosh!"