Zheng Fan had really caught a cold, which dragged on for half a month before it finally got better.
But what he had said that night wasn't nonsense, because the strength of the seven demon kings had further recovered.
If Zheng Fan was an Eighth Rank Martial Cultivator, the seven demon kings were about the same rank. However, they were different. Their bloodlines, experience, special abilities, and other aspects gave them BUG-like advantages, making them far more than just seven Eighth Rank experts.
The people of Tian Residence had benefited from the saying, "When one person attains the Dao, even their chickens and dogs ascend to heaven." The same was true for Green Willow Fortress, though the situation there was somewhat more palatable.
Though his cold was gone, Zheng Fan still didn't put on his armor. Instead, he wore a padded cotton jacket—a thick one—with a scarf wrapped around his neck, making himself look like a bundled-up rice dumpling.
