TAP, TAP, TAP... After Xue Qinghe was sent flying, the sound of footsteps echoed from within the dust cloud. A moment later, Shen Haoran walked out.
By now, Shen Haoran's robes were in tatters. His face was deathly pale, and a trickle of blood hung at the corner of his mouth. Seeing this, Ji Lingxuan hurried forward to support him.
"How are you? Are you alright?" Ji Lingxuan asked with concern.
"I'm fine, just a little exhausted," Shen Haoran said with a light cough. He then took out a Spirit Revitalizing Pill and popped it into his mouth to recover his depleted Spiritual Power. After the pill entered his body, a warm sensation spread from within—a sign that his Spiritual Power was regenerating.
Feeling the Spiritual Power gradually returning to his body, Shen Haoran let out a long breath and slowly walked over to Xue Qinghe.
