"You used the Withering Style again?!" Lian Chengxue looked at Han Zhao's white hair and felt her heart ache. Compared to Han Zhao's shocking battle results of killing Kong Yi, she was more concerned about Han Zhao's body.
"It's fine. I'll be fine after resting in seclusion. If anyone comes to visit in two days, help me reject them." Han Zhao smiled and walked to his room.
"Okay, I won't let anyone disturb you."
Lian Chengxue's voice came from behind.
Han Zhao returned to his room and closed the door tightly.
He sat cross-legged on the bed, took out a top-grade Blood Qi Pill, and swallowed it.
A powerful warm current quickly flowed through his entire body, replenishing the blood qi he had consumed.
After refining this top-grade Blood Qi Pill, Han Zhao felt much better. Only then did he open Kong Yi's Sumeru Pouch and check his spoils of war.
"Why are you so poor?!"
