Collaboration

Ying Yunpeng fell ill.

He had suffered from major blood loss and his soul was shaking badly, which meant as a Magus King, he had fallen ill, both physically and mentally, becoming completely bedridden like a vulnerable poor weak women. Huge vats of liquid medicines that he had taken failed to recover even the slightest bit of his energy.

A dense smell of medicines lingered above his house. Ying Yunpeng was huddled up under a thick fur of a bear with his face looking deadly pale. Two dim glowing green flames were sparkling inside his hollowed eye sockets. A few pretty maidservants were standing beside his bed, without daring to even move their eyelids.

An elderly Magus Mediciner was sitting beside the bed. He checked Ying Yunpeng's body with a pair of glowing eyes, then slightly shook his head.

"Elder Yunpeng, you are overly sad and anxious, so..."

"Piss off," said Ying Yunpeng with a cold and bland tone, while waving his hand.