On the way, Zuo Linglong looked at Wang Zhan with a heart full of pain, then clenched her fists and said, "Master, can your body really bear this?"
"If there's anything you need help with, don't hesitate to ask me. I owe all I am today to your help; otherwise, I wouldn't even know how to refine an elixir and improve my cultivation skills. You are my benefactor."
Wang Zhan kept his eyes closed, lacking even the strength to speak now.
He could sense just how bad his physical condition was, but didn't know what to do about it.
Upon hearing Zuo Linglong's voice, to prevent her from continuing to worry, he spoke slowly, "Don't worry. It's just that I took some elixirs, causing severe complications; other injuries are just superficial wounds. Given time, I'll recover."
Of course, though Wang Zhan said it simply, things weren't that easy.
