After finishing one call after another, Ning Fan truly felt at ease.
As Ning Fan put down the phone, he let out a sigh of relief with a trace of hesitation on his face; he was contemplating whether or not to call Alice.
"What if she wants to see me?"
Ning Fan calmed himself and used internal vision to examine his injuries.
In three days, the fractures in Ning Fan's bones had begun to heal, but they were still fragile, making strenuous activity risky as it might lead to fractures or dislocations.
There was still a slight residue of dark Holy Power within the meridians, and the Divine Power tributary was working hard on healing.
Everything seemed to be improving, except for the fact that there wasn't a trace of True Qi in Ning Fan's body.
"As long as this dark Holy Power isn't expelled, True Qi is out of the question,"
Ning Fan couldn't help but smile wryly.
Whenever True Qi emerged from the meridians, it would be consumed by the black Holy Power completely.
