"Hmm? What's going on? Are my injuries all healed?" Zhang Xiaohao doubted.
He stopped cultivating.
Focusing his spirit, he carefully checked again.
He confirmed that the aftereffects left by using the Xingtian Battle Axe and silver needles for bloodletting three times yesterday were all healed.
Instead, he felt even more puzzled.
Previously.
Although he had taken so many heavenly materials and earthly treasures, and had the help of the Thousand-year-old Red Fruit,
his injuries had only recovered by about seventy to eighty percent, not fully! How could it be that overnight, his injuries were completely healed?
He shook his head.
Zhang Xiaohao just couldn't figure it out.
He took out the Orange brand mobile phone that Cheng Tianxue had given him.
He looked up Wu Qiaoqiao's number and dialed it.
"Mr. Zhang, do you have any instructions?" The call connected, and Wu Qiaoqiao asked respectfully.
"How are the sales for the Spring in Paris product?" Zhang Xiaohao asked.
