With everything settled, Zhao Changhe and Xia Chichi finally began to tend to their wounds.0

Lady Three’s scolding had been right on target. Both of them were so badly injured, yet they had the leisure to watch other people’s family drama and even read the announcements of the Tome of Troubled Times. It seemed that gossiping was truly a human instinct, something regarded more important than tending to one’s injuries.0

Zhao Changhe paid a painful price for his indulgence.0

Thanks to the Blood Asura Body, which had assimilated the regenerative abilities of the Eternal Blood Demon Body, Zhao Changhe was only really vulnerable to injuries of the soul or internal damage; external wounds were not much of a concern for him. His bones had been fractured, his muscles torn from being crushed by the Sea Emperor, but he still saw it as a superficial injury that would heal itself over time. He thought he was tough enough to endure it.0

But he had forgotten about one thing—his body wouldn’t just magically regenerate. The healing process was accelerated, but perfectly ordinary otherwise: blood would coagulate and his wounds would be covered in clots that would later scab. And this process had practically glued his...0