Fang Han did not know whether Jun Xiaoyao was being intentional or if he truly meant it.
He was so angry that his whole body trembled, unable to suppress the blood that surged from his heart.
"Are you alright?" Jun Xiaoyao's eyes held a cold mockery, but on the surface, he feigned concern.
"Thank you for your concern, Divine Son. I am fine, but my injuries have yet to heal," Fang Han gritted his teeth, speaking each word with effort.
"Well then, these two spiritual herbs should help you recover," Jun Xiaoyao said.
Fang Han nearly spat out another mouthful of blood in anger.
What he wanted was the Sun and Moon Immortal Medicine!
Not these two worthless spiritual herbs that even dogs wouldn't eat!
However, in the end, Fang Han still consumed the two spiritual herbs, as they could at least help him recover some of his injuries.
"Fang Han, oh Fang Han, you are too naive."