In Xu Fan's courtyard, Li Xingci was having a friendly conversation with his master.
"Elder Ran Tian's injuries should have recovered by now." Xu Fan said leisurely.
"They have."
Li Xingci scratched his head, realizing that his recent experiences had taught him one thing: that pain and pleasure can coexist.
Sometimes too much pleasure may not necessarily be a good thing.
For example, his initial joy from the two jars of Heavenly Sun Wine was later overshadowed by his wife adding another jar, claiming that it would help speed up his recovery and was beneficial for his health.
A jade box appeared in Xu Fan's hand.
"After you return, take one pill a month, and after three consecutive months, you should be fine." Xu Fan said.
Li Xingci opened the jade box and found three glass-ball-sized blue spiritual pills inside.
"Master, do I really need this?" Li Xingci said awkwardly. No matter which world he was in, men could not admit that they were falling short.
