Whoosh!
Two hours later.
Zhang Xiaohao opened his eyes, a flash of light briefly sparkling within.
After two continuous hours of cultivation, the True Qi he had used up was almost fully restored.
It was only his spirit that was still slightly unrecovered, but that was just a matter of time.
He stood up from the ground and glanced at Sun Dafu.
Seeing that he had begun to accept the inheritance, he nodded in satisfaction.
With a grab of his hand, he removed the silver needles and stored them in the Shennong Ring.
Then, he turned and walked towards the outside.
"Eh! Why haven't you all gone to bed yet?" Zhang Xiaohao exclaimed in surprise.
In the hall.
Sisters Cheng Tianxue, Su Ruobai, Mr. Cheng, and Sister Zhou were all sitting on the sofa.
Seeing him come out,
"Xiaohao, how is Old Sun doing?" Mr. Cheng urgently asked.
"He's fine now, a night's rest, and he should be recovered by tomorrow!" Zhang Xiaohao explained.
