After spending a whole two months' time, Ling Han finally recovered from his injuries.
Though he had lost contact with the empress, the large black dog, and the others, Ling Han was not the slightest bit worried.
If a Saint wanted to flee, who could stop him?
Moreover, they had all cultivated the Phoenix Wings Divine Flight, so they wouldn't need to be afraid even if they came across a nine-star Saint.
And in these two months' time, Ling Han had not been idle either.
As he healed his injuries, he was also observing the movement of the bamboo leaves. There was a special rhythm to them. Previously, he had sensed it, but was interrupted by Baili Hao.
In these two months, he had let go of his worries, and observed carefully. His gains were extremely great.
"How strange. When I was injured, I actually managed to capture at least three times more Celestial Qi than usual." Ling Han gritted his teeth, "What kind of trait of mine is this?"
