The healing potion provided by Yin Shangwu worked effectively. After applying it, the wounds on Tang Zheng and Lin Weiguo healed and scabbed over within five hours. They could perform simple activities without worrying about the wounds reopening. However, the aftereffects of excessive blood loss were still noticeable. Both men felt lightheaded and weak, with limp limbs.
"This condition is terrible, even worse than the exhaustion of rolling in the sheets all night." Lin Weiguo said as he sipped on beef and rice porridge. He felt that he'd never tasted anything more delicious. "Little Tang, I really owe you a lot this time."
"Don't mention it." Tang Zheng replied, fiddling with the bronze sword to get a feel of its weight. He was desperate to learn some melee combat skills.
"Indeed, some people are not shy at all." Li Xinlan glared at Yin Shangwu resentfully. All the food they had was from Tang Zheng's supplies. She couldn't understand why the woman was eating it.
