Fang Che was in so much pain that he didn't even know what he was saying, instinctively taking large gulps.
He finished the bottle of Spiritual Liquid in just three gulps.
Completely clean.
Sun Wutian looked at the empty bottle with extreme heartache, his face contorting.
When Fang Che took the second sip, he actually felt the pain lessen significantly, but had no time to think, as he was tilting his head back, the bottle's opening pressed against his mouth, and the liquid was flowing in. Fang Che instinctively gulped it down without realizing.
He smacked his lips, thinking it tasted really good.
In such a short time, the pain had lessened by ninety percent.
Then his mind became clear.
Just as he considered 'what is this,' the pain was completely gone.
He opened his eyes to see Sun Wutian's expression twisted in extreme heartache.
"Grandmaster, I'm better now."
Fang Che reached up to touch his head.
