At this moment, sensing Zhou Qing wake up, Yan Xiaohu, as if caught red-handed, suddenly straightened his body, hastily adjusted his posture, and pretended to cough calmly a couple of times.
Then he asked with concern, "Old Four, you're finally awake. Do you feel unwell anywhere?"
Zhou Qing rubbed his aching temples, his voice still a bit hoarse. He pushed aside the old hen and slowly sat up with Yan Xiaohu's help.
"How long did I sleep?" Zhou Qing asked.
Yan Xiaohu said, "Seven days. Lu was taking care of you and just left this morning."
Upon hearing that, Zhou Qing couldn't help but click his tongue.
Second Uncle's wine is really strong.
But soon, he noticed the changes in the spiritual power within his body. Compared to before, it seemed even more vast and turbulent, like rushing rivers, surging through his meridians.
Originally, he was still seventy percent away from Nascent Soul Great Perfection, but now it had been directly reduced to half.
