The palm grasped and pulled out a storage bag, collecting all the spiritual medicine on the ground into the bag, then walked out.
A while later.
Zhang Xiaohao stopped inside the cave.
"Greetings, Master!" Seeing Zhang Xiaohao approach, Zha Muzhen greeted him respectfully.
"Hmm." Zhang Xiaohao nodded.
Looking at Hei Wuchang, he was just the same as thirteen years ago, still appearing with a deathly pale complexion, his face devoid of any blood color, looking severely depleted of vital energy.
"Brother Hei, have you improved at all over these days?" Zhang Xiaohao asked.
"In response to the Master, Hei Wuchang remains as before, his vital energy consumption is still severe, never waking up!" Zha Muzhen explained.
"By the way, how are things in the outside world these days?" Zhang Xiaohao asked again.
