Suddenly, Yin Xiaofan felt a headache that then slowly moved to his eyes, feeling as if they were about to burst, and his forehead was suddenly covered in sweat.
"What's wrong with you?" Guan Lingyu quickly asked when he saw Yin Xiaofan clutching his head with both hands, wearing a look of sorrow.
"It's okay, just the usual trouble," Yin Xiaofan said, clenching his teeth.
It had been a long time since the last attack, and Yin Xiaofan thought the medication might have worn off. It seemed not to be the case, as today, out of nowhere, there were no signs of the pain.
It appeared that this expired longevity Spiritual Medicine was truly stubborn and, indeed, very potent.
Yin Xiaofan had just realized what was happening.
To endure the pain, he placed his right hand on the pulse of his left, carefully sensing the changes in his body.
