In the Underground Palace, a figure sat in a wheelchair, conversing with the large cauldron in front of him through the Qi mechanism, faint golden light flickering on his body.
At a certain moment, a sudden gentle breeze brushed by, causing the figure to slightly tremble and open his eyes.
"Huh—"
A breath of turbid air was exhaled, intermingled with several streaks of dark color, which were the blood Qi formed from congested blood.
"Having suffered my sword first and still managing to wound me, the Second Prince's strength is indeed not bad."
After Jiang Li had expelled the blood Qi, he waved his hand to dissipate the turbid Qi and then took a couple of breaths. His injuries were then healed by the Innate Qi.
