"Joy can always turn into sorrow." Pavilion Master Chu's strand of hair gently swayed.
Song Shuhang's body twitched slightly. He could not get up from the ground.
When he landed, his face had been facing the ground. This caused half of his face to be buried in the sand now, rendering him unable to speak. If he was not a cultivator, he would have very likely suffocated by now.
The black-skinned Soft Feather squatted next to Song Shuhang and asked, "Do you want to take some pills, Senior Song? Maybe fasting pills or healing pills?"
Song Shuhang stretched out his arm tremblingly and waved it.
The effects of the Heavenly Emperor's Path Fruit had fully revealed themselves. Every inch of his body felt as if it was burning. If he were to take any pills at this time, he might just explode and die.
He did not have any resurrection methods or magical treasures left, so he could not make any mistakes.
