When Chen Xuantian regained consciousness, three days had already passed.
He's no longer a fat man. Xuantian became thin, as emaciated as a skeleton on the verge of decay, incredibly gaunt like dry wood, the cost of compression from elixir residue, exhausted of Qi Blood Pill Essence, not a drop left. At some point, he was put back into place, his eyes filled with a murky grayness, void, lifeless, staring into the vast emptiness without blinking.
For these three days, he's been staring, his eyes never drying, not knowing who he was or where he was, let alone what he was supposed to do, just drooling like a fool. Eating, drinking, and all other needs were taken care of by Chan Zi.
Ah, Chan Zi, this guy is really something fierce, four out of seven went crazy, and two were paralyzed; yet he remained unaffected, all the while carrying each of them back to the duck nest.
