Li Fan watched from the side, munching on some fried rice pills he had taken out to catch his breath. He checked his reflection in a mirror and saw a pool of blood in his right eye, probably injured by a hairpin, with residual chaotic spiritual energy inside his eye that would not heal anytime soon.
Luckily, his Daoist body was strong, and his foundation was profound. This stroke had only injured his eye. If his foundation had been any weaker, that hairpin would have likely pierced right through his eyeball.
"Cough, cough cough..." The woman known as Sadako looked up at Li Fan.
"What? Oh, you want some too? Don't be shy." So Li Fan poured out some Purple Gold Pills for her. They weren't potent enough for someone at the level of a Golden Core, able only to restore a bit of energy - better than nothing, after all. He'd need to ask the sect leader for some better ones later.
