As soon as Liam relaxed, his legs gave in. He flopped to the floor, groaning through his teeth, biting on the pipe to avoid lying down completely.
The four rank 1 pills might have dealt with the worst part of Liam's injuries, but he wasn't fully healed. Moreover, he was exhausted, experiencing a weakness that went from the stress his cultivation had suffered to every inch of his body.
Liam needed the restorative process only sleep could provide, except he couldn't close his eyes just yet. The lingering auditory hallucination would keep him awake.
Still, that didn't mean that Liam could do nothing but wait for the screams from the past to wane. The opposite, actually.
'Does this mean I met Archbishop Ignatius?' Liam wondered, not sure whether the spirit's rebukes could translate into that claim.
