After struggling for an entire day, Chu Yi barely clung to his life.
Tang Wan understood that if it were just a matter of registering, as the spiritual power on Chu Yi's body faded, he would likely perish soon.
The only solution was to quickly find a type of spirit grass, which he would need to consume in large quantities to truly recover his health.
But this kind of spirit grass was very rare.
"Chu Yi, I must tell you the truth,"
After much thought, Tang Wan decided to speak frankly.
Chu Yi had anticipated this. He took the initiative to voice it first.
"If I don't find the spirit spirit spirit grass, I won't be able to save my life, right?"
Previously, Chu Yi had heard about a spirit grass called "spirit spirit."
Its healing powers were unmatched; no matter the injury, just by consuming enough of this spirit spirit spirit grass, one could not only save their life, but also retain the cultivation technique they had previously mastered.
Tang Wan nodded gravely.
