"Gulp... Gulp..."
After drinking a bowl of meat soup, Jiang Beiran rubbed his full stomach and felt relieved.
Today was the third day that he had rested in the Sect Master's place. Logically, as a level 5 qi refining stage disciple who had been hit by a superior mystic practitioner's full-strength attack, he should rest up for three to five days.
With a creak, the wooden door was pushed open. Lu Yinlong walked in and asked Jiang Beiran, "Are you full?"
"Sect Master, I can't eat anymore." Jiang Beiran cupped his hands.
"I brought some mung bean cakes back. If you want to eat them later, you can take them yourself."
"Thank you, Sect Master."
