Soon, Fang Wuhan arrived at Xue Changjiang's study.
His face was pale, his eyes somewhat dim, and his whole body exuded a sense of weakness.
This was vastly different from his previous imposing appearance.
Seeing Fang Wuhan like this, Xue Changjiang's face darkened.
"Mr. Fang, how are your injuries?"
Fang Wuhan said in a deep voice,
"I have taken the Spiritual Medicine and have recovered about thirty to forty percent, but I need at least half a month to fully recover."
Xue Changjiang's expression grew somber.
"Is that boy really so powerful that even you are not his match?"
Faced with Xue Changjiang's puzzlement, Fang Wuhan remained silent.
Honestly, he still hadn't figured out how he was defeated.
He already understood Zhou Yu's Golden Cauldron Technique's defense after their previous exchange.
His final punch had landed squarely on Zhou Yu's chest, and by his estimation, it should have been enough to cause Zhou Yu severe injury or even break his heart meridian.
