In the secret chamber, the jade body lays horizontally, the great cauldron emits fragrance.
Yet there is no seductive scent, only the stench of death.
Zhang Ze takes out a few blankets from his all-containing Hundred Treasures Bag and covers them over their bodies.
A black-gold great cauldron is placed at the center of the chamber, smoke swirls around, burning the enchanting fragrance mixed with medicine.
Xiaoqiu wakes up, circles around the great cauldron, filling itself.
Not looking at the few pitiful people, Zhang Ze turns his back to face the corner, begins meditating to adjust his breath.
Exhausted, Zhang Ze takes out a few pill medicines from his Hundred Treasures Bag and swallows them.
Feeling the medicinal power dissolve in his dantian, spiritual qi flowing through every part of his body, finally feeling a bit better.
However, due to not cultivating the ancient technique for a long time, meditating truly feels quite unfamiliar.
Legs are numb.
