Lu Chengfeng swallowed a pill every quarter of an hour.
Three two-hour periods later, his previously shriveled, corpse-like body seemed to be reborn, revitalized.
His long hair was black, casually draped over his back and shoulders, his skin as white and smooth as ivory, his brows and eyes were prominent, his figure robust, and even his age seemed much younger, resembling a charming youth of sixteen or seventeen.
Lu Chengfeng casually wore a loose white robe, a sword across his knees, as he slowly opened his eyes, the golden flame at his brow gradually dissipated, leaving no trace of its former mystery.
He stood up straight, clearly feeling that his body seemed to have cleansed all the hidden injuries and impurities caused by past cultivation and battles, as if it had returned to childhood, full of energy.
Compared to before, it was as if he had turned into a young flood dragon.
