On the third day after Shen Bozhou arrived at the mountain, he still hadn't woken up.

His internal energy had been regulated, and his external wounds were healing. Spiritual power was infused into him twice a day, and the patient's complexion was no longer as pale as it initially was. His breathing was steady, and even his sleep talking had lessened.

But why was there still no sign of him opening his eyes?

Little Tao Immortal and the century-old chicken exchanged glances.