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The Great Marsh was boundless, the November Blessing Ship drifting.
Liang Qu's head felt heavy, his limbs powerless.
His strength, along with his Preserving the Spirit strike, swirled away, dispersing into the Great Marsh.
He felt as if his spine had been pulled out, only able to let Otter Kai drag him onto an Arhat bed within the cabin.
Otter Kai hopped off the Arhat bed, found a cotton pillow in the wooden cabinet, and propped it under the Heavenly God's head.
Enveloped in softness, Liang Qu took a long breath.
Overcome by exhaustion, his immediate desire was to close his eyes and rest in sleep.
Alas, having cultivated to the third level of Preserving the Spirit, the effect of the Morning Dew Worm had not yet dissipated, lingering on.
If he were to sleep now, the remaining medicinal effect would be utterly wasted.
It could not be wasted!
