"I'm doing okay now. My mind is clear, but there are still a few bones that haven't set properly. Based on the spread of the medicinal power, I should be fine by tomorrow morning."
Fang Che said, "Don't worry, Master."
"That's good. The opponent is a Marquis, you're not a match for him. If you find out, don't act rashly, leave it to me. I'll personally tear those four bastards apart!"
The Yin Shen Palace was truly going crazy.
Just think about it, a generation's Great Demon, a sect master, always a figure who makes waves with every step on this continent.
But recently, things have been going wrong, one after another.
First, the Vice Sect Hierarch forced the throne, almost drove me to death. It was a narrow escape from crisis, still catching my breath.
Then I was put under house arrest.
A sect master, indeed.
Locked up at the Headquarters, unable to go out. The patrol team checks this today, checks that tomorrow, slow and unhurried, picking bones from eggs every day.
