'From now on, I have to carry more Healing Spirit Pills whenever I go out, just in case.'
Bai Zichen had plenty of Cultivation Elixirs.
But he didn't have a single Spirit Pill capable of regenerating flesh and bone to heal his injuries.
'I still lack experience from not having traveled outside much.'
Those few sword wounds were only flesh deep. They looked horrifying—a mangled mess of flesh and blood with bone showing—but he had already stopped the bleeding by circulating his Magical Power.
As long as he took a couple of Hundred Herbs Life Pills, he could make a full recovery in a month or two.
The few Water Bombs that had hit him at close range had corrosive properties, and their effects lingered endlessly.
The wounds they created not only showed no signs of healing but were even beginning to fester and spread.
