When Danxuan opened his eyes slowly, he found himself lying on his side in bed, rubbing his swollen head, and Danxuan sat up slowly. Suddenly, a stench poured into my nose, and only when I heard it carefully did I realize that the stench was actually emitted from myself.

Danxuan's body is really dirty now. His body is covered with sticky dirt and sweat. His robe, once pure as white jade, is wrinkled and covered with black dirt scars.

"It's not the essence, is it?"

Danxuan frowned and recalled what happened yesterday, while examining his body. Incorrect! The eight channels of Qijing are still silted up, which is not different...