Feng Biao!
Yang Fei got a shock; wasn't this guy just arrested and taken to the hospital to recover from his injuries?
How did he end up here?
Yang Fei inwardly cursed his luck, as his internal injuries mysteriously flared up again.
If Feng Biao was out for revenge, that would be the end of his dear life.
As Yang Fei thought this, he didn't delay a bit, bearing the pain from his injuries, he rushed straight down to the first floor.
Strangely, after swallowing that Tiger Amber and practicing a bit of Extreme Tiger,
the burning sensation in his chest and abdomen started to subside a bit.
At least when running now, his vision didn't darken, and his body didn't feel completely exhausted anymore.
"It seems Old Silver Stick's Dharma Door is reliable; if I keep practicing like this, my internal injuries might heal, and my martial arts cultivation might fully recover," he muttered to himself, his spirits slightly lifted by the thought.
