Ling Feng quickly prepared the medicine and, due to the urgency, didn't have time to make medicinal pills, so he produced a pile of powder instead. He handed it to Zhou Yi, "Take this to her, have her take some tonight and some more tomorrow morning, and everything should be alright."
"Okay."
Zhou Yi received it and then asked, "What about you?"
"I'm going back to sleep, what else?"
Ling Feng retorted irritably.
"Alright, alright, go back to sleep then, get some rest early!" Zhou Yi laughed.
Knowing he was behaving like a petulant child, everyone didn't mind and urged him to leave, so he wouldn't continue to grumble and be annoying.
Helpless, Ling Feng could only teleport himself home, thinking to himself, whatever, we'll talk about it tomorrow!
So he went straight to bed as soon as he got home, completely forgetting about the terracotta jar he had found in the mountains.
The next morning, while Ling Feng was still deep in sleep, he felt a tickle on his nose.
