A hundred breaths' time is neither too long nor too short. It is just about the limit of what Chen Yuan can currently handle, unlike the aftermath of the Imperial City battle that required a lengthy recuperation nourished by spiritual objects.
Now, although he still needs some time to recuperate, it's roughly only half a month or so.
It just so happens to give him an excuse to head to Qishan.
Tearing off the black robe and mask, Chen Yuan's face was peculiarly pale, as if a powerful force was rapidly being drawn out of him, leaving a sense of detachment.
In front of him, the blackened Moluo quickly made its appearance, and at a speed visible to the naked eye, gradually returned to its previous state. With a thought, a golden lotus slowly appeared in his hand.
A gentle power spread out.
"Is this the golden lotus that the senior wanted?"
Chen Yuan's gaze was fixed on the lotus, immediately able to discern its extraordinary nature.
