Zheng Jingshan.

Inner sect.

In the small courtyard of withered orchid.

In the quiet room, Zheng Jingshan was sitting alone. In the gilded furnace in front of him, an incense stick was burning slowly. In the hazy smoke, his face was red and white. After a while, he spat out a mouthful of blood before he slowly breathed in and opened his eyes.

After this round of healing, his lungs, which had been injured by the Golden platform, had mostly recovered.

He then tore open his clothes and untied the bandage on his chest to check. He saw that his wound had already grown new flesh under the effect of the healing medicinal pill. His injury had finally recovered.

Even though his injuries had recovered quite well, Zheng Jingshan's expression did not look good.

He had been mining for so long and had finally returned to the sect. In the end, he had just returned and was already beaten into such a miserable state!

Speaking of which, it was Ouyang xianxing's fault for not being sensible.