After sitting on the wooden cabin's terrace for forty-seven days, Yongxi finally stood up that day, gazing at the blue sky dotted with wispy white clouds, his eyes filled with inspiration.
"Finally healed," Yongxi could hardly suppress his excitement
From being grievously wounded by underestimating Bai Zhongqi's capabilities previously to recuperating in this fabricated world, Yongxi hadn't stopped plotting how to completely annihilate Bai Zhongqi within this fishbowl for a moment.
The Pilgrim had crafted such a world, naturally embedded with numerous schemes to kill Bai Zhongqi, but until now, Yongxi had been too injured to properly deploy these tactics. Now that he had fully regained his strength, Yongxi's true lethal move was set to begin.
