Tang Fei knew that his swift recovery was thanks to the massive amount of Yin Yang Qi that the Xuanyuan Mingjing had infused into his body after he was retrieved by the Star Disc. It helped push his palace and cleanse his blood, repairing the severe internal injuries he had sustained.
How pure and profound must the Great Grandmaster’s Yin Yang Qi be?
Otherwise, how could he have bounced back to life so easily?
"Get up," Xuanyuan Mingjing said lazily, holding a teacup, "Feeling much better now?"
"I’ve been good for a while," Tang Fei replied with a smile. "I just didn’t want Master to worry, so I had the doctor check me thoroughly again. I didn’t dare undergo discharge procedures until the doctor assured me there was nothing wrong."
After Phoenix and the others had come to visit, Tang Fei lay in the hospital room for two more days before finally getting the dean’s permission to be discharged.
"Hmm," Xuanyuan Mingjing nodded and said, "You’ve just recovered from a serious illness. It would be best not to engage in strenuous activity for the time being so as not to injure the foundation. Go back and see your family to ease their worries."
"Yes, thank you, Master," Tang Fei agreed cheerfully.
"Go on," Xuanyuan Mingjing waved his hand, signaling him to hurry up and leave so as not to disturb his chess game.
"Goodbye, Master. Goodbye, Dean Si."
Tang Fei bid farewell to the two elders politely and then turned to walk outside.
"Goodbye, Tang Fei," Si Yinchuan said with a chuckling voice.
Once Tang Fei’s figure had disappeared into the distance, Si Yinchuan spoke out, reflecting, "The dean is really clairvoyant, ha. The kid didn’t say a word, didn’t ask a single question, knew but pretended not to..."
"This is the best option," Xuanyuan Mingjing said.
After leaving the mountain, Tang Fei first returned to his small courtyard.
Having been away for a while, he truly missed it.
Although they hadn’t lived there long, they had already come to think of it as their second home.
Their first home in the Old Land, they feared, was a place they could never return to.
The house was squeaky clean; with cleaning robots around, there was never a worry about hygiene.
Little Fatty was not at home, still at school and not yet returned.
So, Tang Fei, carrying his belongings, went back to his room, where he had packed away the Magic Cloak and the scales of the Yin Jiao.
He stroked the soft material of the cloak, thinking it would be great if he could turn it into a vest. He could wear it every day of the year...
The cloak, however, was somewhat inconvenient. There were many times it proved useless.
He didn’t know what material it was made of. Even the well-informed teachers at White Crane Academy were not sure, only knowing it came from the fur of an ancient creature...
Wrapped in oil paper next to it was the long, black, eerie and hard horn of the Yin Jiao.
After Tang Fei had chopped it off, it had undergone no special treatment, yet showed no signs of decay or emission of foul odor.
Moreover, when you sniffed it closely, there was even a faint pleasant fragrance.
Tang Fei knew that when a Jiao grows horns, it transforms into a dragon.
This Yin Jiao had grown such a long Dragon Horn, it’s likely it would have become a Divine Dragon in a few more years.
Once it became a Dragon, it would be a Divine Beast.
The fragrance was that of a Divine Beast’s scent.
Lying on the bed and contemplating for a moment, Tang Fei then made a phone call to Si Yu.
"I feel like eating a whole roasted lamb," Tang Fei declared.
After a brief pause on the other line, Si Yu readily agreed, "I’ll come to pick you up."
After hanging up, Tang Fei packed the long Dragon Horn and the scales he had peeled off from the back.
Not long after, Tang Fei received a phone call from Si Yu.
"Come out, I’m at your doorstep."
Tang Fei, with his belongings, got into the car and said, "I want to see the old man."
"I know," Si Yu started the car and spoke out, "I’ve already informed him."
"The first time you followed me to Lu Ban Mountain, they were roasting a whole lamb..." Si Yu explained indifferently.
"Smart," Tang Fei raised his thumb in approval.
Shortly, Tang Fei saw the old man in Lu Zhiyong’s courtyard.
Tang Fei rushed forward and clung to the old man’s arm, his voice trembling, "Shen Xinglan is trying to kill me."