Zhong Lin collapsed onto the ground, panting heavily.
After running continuously for a day and night, even with the help of the Breathing Skill, Zhong Lin was utterly exhausted. What's more, having just narrowly escaped death, the shock to his spirit made him want to lie flat on the ground, finding it extremely difficult to even move a finger.
Yin Daoyan quickly pulled out an elixir from his chest and stuffed it into Zhong Lin's mouth. The elixir melted upon entering his mouth, and its surging medicinal power spread throughout his body like a stream flowing through parched land, leaving him feeling completely rejuvenated.
"How are you? Feeling better?"
Yin Daoyan's face was full of concern.
Zhong Lin stood up, feeling his fully recovered strength and Qi-Blood.
"I wasted a Fourth Grade Elixir from Master."
"It's just an elixir, how can it compare to you, Zhong Lin? What happened, and why was this person chasing you?"
