Time flew by, and soon two days had passed.
In a secluded cave, Lin Tianming and his companion sat on the ground, their breathing steady and regular, the pallor of their faces having returned to a normal, healthy flush.
After parting ways with Long Hai, the two of them had hurriedly found a natural cave to shelter in before nightfall.
Over the past two days, all had been rather calm; no accidents had occurred, and they did not step foot outside the cave.
At that moment, Lin Tianming opened his tightly shut eyes, and a satisfied smile flashed across his face.
After two days of meditative recovery, the injuries sustained from being attacked had mostly healed, and he could walk and fight normally again.
Seeing Lin Tianming emerge from his meditation, Lin Shilu also opened his eyes, which flashed with a bright light, indicating that he had also made a good recovery.
Lin Tianming's expression brightened with joy as he quickly asked, "Fifteenth Grandfather, how are your injuries?"
