Having concealed his own traces, Zheng Yichen looked down at his arms that were still healing. His constitution had become stronger, but the recovery rate had not become ridiculously fast; it seemed his constitution was too tough for the quality of his regenerative abilities to keep up.
There wasn't much sensation when the flesh was healing, but when it came to the bones, he could feel a distinct hunger arising within his body.
He wanted to grab a handful of tea leaves he had obtained from Oma, but looking at his naked body, he realized that after taking a hit from the gorilla, it had turned into primitive fighting. At least he had some cloth on him then, and the items he carried were still intact. But after that punch, not a single piece of cloth remained on him.
Even the best-made pouches were shaken off and no longer on him.
