After the Baili Zhan family left, Fang Bai returned to his room to take a shower and change into fresh clothes, then sat cross-legged on the bed to begin healing the injuries he had sustained from his fall into the ravine.
His injuries had already healed by seventy to eighty percent at the bottom of the ravine, and now, using half a day to meditate and recuperate, he had fully recovered by noon.
His meridians and blood vessels became wider and more resilient, his bones more tightly knit and robust, his internal organs as if overlaid with a layer of steel skin and iron membrane—even his blood seemed to carry a faint rumble like thunder as it surged through his veins.
Feeling the strength of his body, which was now much more formidable than before, Fang Bai was overjoyed. Now, relying solely on his physical might and without using any True Yuan, he could smash a large rock with a single punch.
