When Le Feng next opened his eyes, he found himself lying on a soft bed. Beside him stood a familiar individual.

“Sect Master?” Le Feng hurriedly attempted to sit up.

Su Chen didn’t even turn around. “Just lie there for now and don’t move.”

“Sect Master......” Le Feng cried out weakly. All the sorrow that had built up in his heart came pouring out at once, and he couldn’t stop the tears from flowing out. When the enemies had been doing their worst to him, his eyes had remained dry. But now, he was weeping like a little child.

Su Chen knew why Le Feng was crying and made no attempt to console him. Instead, he busied himself with his own affairs.

A cauldron gently revolved above his hands, which were carefully controlling a small fire that was gently heating the suspended cauldron.

From time to time, a fragrant medicinal scent would waft out of the cauldron.

“Success,” Su Chen said to no one in particular.

He withdrew his hands and opened the cauldron lid. There were three green pills rolling around at the bottom.

Su Chen used his microscopic eye to carefully inspect the pills. After a long time, he sighed and said, “This is still not enough. Well, I’ll just keep working at it then.”

As he spoke, he brought the medicinal pills over to Le Feng. Then, he calmly said, “Are you done crying now?”

Le Feng’s tears finally stopped. “Sect Master......”

Su Chen sat down beside Le Feng. “You didn’t give in when they were physically maiming...