"Rub some medicine on your shoulder; it'll speed up the recovery process."
Su Qingluo took out a box of spiritual medicine from her Storage Ring and tossed it to him along with two packs of dried sweet potato.
She didn't have any cooked food on hand, so dried sweet potato would have to do to curb their hunger.
"Alright."
Wang Meng caught the spiritual medicine, stuffed a handful of dried sweet potatoes into his mouth, and began chewing while applying the medicine to his shoulder.
Bits of spiritual power permeated through his pores and into his skin, nourishing his tired tendons and veins, gradually reducing and eventually eliminating his muscle aches.
"Sister Yu, this medicine is amazing."
Wang Meng shoved another handful of dried sweet potatoes into his mouth, shook his arm vigorously, and felt the surge of power return to him. Suddenly, he felt rejuvenated and ready to row for another day and night.
