Twenty days passed after Xiao Mo woke up.
During this time, the external injuries on Xiao Mo's body had mostly healed thanks to the herbal remedies carefully prepared by Wangxin.
The skin that had been scorched black by the Thunder Tribulation had sloughed off, and new flesh and skin had grown in its place.
But Xiao Mo's Spiritual Vein Root Bone showed no signs of improvement.
The Spirit-Collecting Blade lay in the room.
Because the Spirit-Collecting Blade had absorbed too much Blood Evil Qi over the years in Xiao Mo's hands, drawing it required not only a sufficient Realm, but also a great deal of Blood Evil Qi to fuel it.
Thus, for the current Xiao Mo, even drawing the Spirit-Collecting Blade was a luxury he could not afford.
Every day, Xiao Mo would sit and meditate in the courtyard, trying to repair his Spirit Veins and Root Bone, but it was all for naught.
