The path before them began to blur, white fog gradually surrounded the two.
The fog seemed to possess a mysterious power, constantly healing their wounds, the therapeutic effects even surpassing those of the first-aid spray.
At first, Qian Cangyi felt as if he was forcing himself to go on, but as they rode, a new surge of energy seemed to flow through his body.
The badly wounded Little Drilling Wind also seemed to regain his vitality.
The dressing room they had passed on the way to Pusha Village appeared before them.
"You can walk on your own now, can't you?" Qian Cangyi stopped the bicycle by the door.
"Yeah, it looks like I'm fully healed. It's incredible!" Little Drilling Wind nodded.
It was as if all the pain he had experienced was merely an illusion.
They entered the house and each changed back into their own clothes.
