A silver and a black horse galloped forward.
Perhaps the effect of the poison had passed, or perhaps the calamity had disappeared, but Fu Zhong recovered quickly.
His cultivation was not low to begin with, enough to reattach severed limbs. Once he returned to normal, his vitality surged, and by this time, his injuries were nearly healed.
During this time, Fu Zhong repeatedly looked at Lin Yan.
He always felt that there was a great luck in the unseen world that protected him, sparing him from calamity.
Otherwise, he would still be in the throes of misfortune, unable to recover.
"Saint Master, I feel a bit uneasy."
Fu Zhong hesitated for a moment, speaking in a low voice.
"What?"
Lin Yan frowned, glancing at him.
"The backlash from the Heavenly Mechanism Flag came too strangely; I always feel like I've missed something."
