Time flies, and it's half a year.

Han Bing on the bed was under Xia Wanqi's careful care, and he was already able to get out of bed and move. It's just that he always doesn't like to talk, even with Xia Wanqi and the maid who have served him for many years, he has hardly said anything. During the day, he didn't even go out much, and only in the evening, or in the dead of night, when the whole sect fell silent, would he occasionally step out of the attic and look blankly in the direction of the south.

"Feel better, don't you?" Behind Han Bing, Xia Wanqi walked slowly, her voice soft and concerning.

Han Bing was still looking into the distance, and after a long time, he nodded sluggishly.

"In the future, let's cultivate here with peace of mind, your name is still Zhao Qiang, just like when you first started. Xia Wanqi said softly. Recently, there have been some skirmishes in the vicinity, and some of them are said to be from the Divine Sect in the Sea of Death.

"In your body, there is almost no cultivation now, wait for some time, I will take the pill to regulate, although the process will be very slow, but after all, there is hope for complete recovery. Xia Wanqi continued.

Han Bingmu nodded, although his divine sense had not recovered, he could still feel that there was only some floating spiritual power left in his body, wandering in the veins. Fortunately, the tendons and veins repaired through the Jiaolong tendon had already fused with flesh and blood, providing him with the capital to cultivate again.

Xia Wanqi left after speaking.

After a while, there was another sound of footsteps behind Han Bing, and even if Han Bing was slow to react at this time, he could tell that the person was not Xia Wanqi before.

"Zhao Qiang, hurry up and go back to the house," there was a hint of impatience hidden in the maid's words, and then, she muttered in a low voice, "I really don't know why the sect master cares so much about him." ”

After speaking, the maid stepped forward, forcibly pulled Han Bing's sleeve, and dragged him into the attic.

"I'm already busy every day, and it's unfortunate to have to take the time to take care of you. ”

Han Bing still didn't react much to the maid's words, and he sat down on a soft mat on the ground under the push of the other party. At the moment of falling, the blood in the dantian surged, and it was quite uncomfortable.

"What a fool. The maid's unceremonious voice sounded again, glared at Han Bing fiercely, put a soup plate on the table, turned to leave, and when she went out, she closed the door of the attic by the way.

Han Bing sat on the ground for a while, and after his body felt slightly relieved, he slowly stood up, came to the table, took out the decoction and drank it in one gulp. His sanity was not fully recovered, and most of his memories were blank, as if he had been taken away by life.

Days like this, day by day.

Han Bing's body slowly recovered, and a year later, Xia Wanqi began to ask the maid to send small pills every once in a while. This is some elixir that gathers qi.

In the past year, Han Bing's ability to move has been almost the same as that of ordinary people, and his sanity is a little better than before. Xia Wanqi has less and less time to come, her affairs are even busier, most of the time, Han Bing is alone, except for the maids who come to deliver medicine every once in a while, he almost never sees a living person.

Han Bing didn't know that in the past few years since he disappeared, whether it was Qingling's Fengshen Sect or the Xiuzhen Alliance, people on both sides were chasing his whereabouts, living to see people, and dead to see corpses.