Betterment

Another two days passed quietly. Yun Yang's injuries got better and he could already stand on his own. His broken legs were still weak, but he could move them with a slight limp. It was, without a doubt, a huge improvement from his original condition.

What thrilled Yun Yang was that the splitting pain that had been embedded in his head was almost gone.

Confident that his injuries were healing well, Yun Yang tried channeling his mystical Qi again. Despite still feeling the arduousness of the effort and the frightful thought that his internal organs were about to be shattered, he did not spit blood out this time and there was some sensation in his dantian.

"I can probably manipulate my mystical Qi with another night of rest." Yun Yang sucked in a deep breath and felt a weight lifted off his heart.

Yun Yang was actually worried that his mystical Qi was ruined as well, but it seemed to be alright now. He was alright.