The entire Spirit Boat, like a baby, sank into a dreamless deep sleep.
In this slumber, those slight injuries that had not yet fully healed began to grow and quietly mend.
Ning Zhuo also took a brief rest, swallowed some Elixir Pills, and recovered from a state that had fallen to less than half.
He took out White Tiger Bone Powder from the last Jade Box.
The bone powder was a glossy white fine powder, faintly tinged with a golden sheen.
Ning Zhuo took a Jade Bowl, poured in a little Spiritual Spring, and lightly sprinkled in the White Tiger Bone Powder. The bone powder dissolved upon contact with water, transforming into a glossy white liquid that exuded vigorous vitality.
Ning Zhuo guided it with his Divine Sense, letting the glossy white bone water draw into threads, directly plunging to the depths of the Spirit Boat.
