In disbelief, Nie Chenglong stared at Meng Chao. He was stunned for a long moment before he used his hands to press down on Meng Chao's shoulders. "Calm down, young man, I know that you long to fight, but your body takes priority. You've been risking your life for seventy-two hours in the lair, and you were injured badly multiple times but forced yourself to recover. You were even nearly dragged into hell by the Vortex.
"With your current condition, it's not suitable for you to immediately join an even more intense battle. You should rest, heal, and cultivate."
