Three days later.
Fang Yan suddenly opened his eyes. At this moment, his eyes emitted a faint gleam, extremely bright, and they appeared profoundly deep, giving a particularly mysterious sensation.
Standing up slowly, Fang Yan felt that his body was completely fine. His originally injured Divine Soul had recovered in just three days here, even becoming slightly stronger, something he had never imagined. His gaze unintentionally swept towards the small coiled snake; if not for its presence, he would have truly wanted to take the Warm Divine Jade with him.
"Young man, don't be too greedy."
Out of nowhere, this sentence appeared in Fang Yan's mind, the voice sounding extremely old, as if an elder on the brink of death was speaking. It briefly stunned Fang Yan, who thought someone was nearby, and he immediately looked around, wanting to locate whoever was talking to him.
