Upon hearing this, Gu Qingze didn't know how to respond. He could only nod and continue to lean aside to recover his strength.

Murong Jin showed him a complicated expression: "Hurry up and recover. There will be more interesting things waiting for you later. Don't let me down."

Gu Qingze raised his head, his eyes slightly widened: "There's...there's more?"

"Of course, and it will be much harder than this. This trial is considered simple in my eyes. You even struggled so much to pass this, so the ones after that...tsk tsk."

Murong Jin looked at him with a hint of disappointment and sarcasm, as if he had lost all hope.

"...You might die in one of them, looking forward to it~"

Gu Qingze completely and directly ignored the attitude of "watching the fun and not minding the trouble" in his words, as if the other party did not exist at all.

He just lowered his eyes quietly, his gaze slowly moving to the ground.

The soil on that piece of land was intertwined in a mess, mixed with the blood that seeped out of his injuries.

The drops of blood oozed out from his wound, dripped quietly onto the ground, and then merged together, gradually forming a shocking dark red color, like a heart-pounding painting.

He was silent for a long time, as if he was organizing his thoughts. After a moment, he slowly spoke. Although his voice was soft, it was extremely firm:

"Senior Murong, I don't know why you made me go through this trial, but since I survived, it proves that I have my worth."

He paused, then continued, "So, next time, could you... tell me in advance so I can at least be prepared."

When Murong Jin heard his words, his expression changed slightly. At that moment, an unfathomable look flashed across his face, but soon, he returned to his usual calmness.

"I only did this for fun this time because I thought the trial was easy. Don't worry, I won't do it again next time. I don't have any habit of playing with people's lives. In fact... I really hope you can make it through this alive."

As he spoke, he slowly stood up, walked steadily to Gu Qingze's side, then squatted down, took out a clean cloth, and gently handed it to him.

"Wipe your face. You look so miserable."

"Also... these injuries need to be treated quickly to avoid any sequelae. The healing potion you drank is healing too slowly, so this is for you."

Murong Jin said as he pulled out a small wooden box from his storage bag. The box was simple and elegant, with intricate carvings on it. Inside was a dark purple pill, faintly emitting a delicate medicinal fragrance. One could tell at a glance how precious this pill was.

Gu Qingze did not refuse, but took the pill, put it in his mouth and swallowed it.

Of course, he would not take any unknown medicine, nor would he put anything into his mouth. It was not because he blindly trusted Murong Jin, but because he happened to know this kind of medicine.

This is a precious healing medicine that is very effective in recovering from injuries.

"Thank you, Senior Murong." He said, wiping his face with the cloth Murong Jin handed him to show his trust.

Murong Jin just responded softly, then stood up and moved a little further away from Gu Qingze.

Gu Qingze felt a slight coolness brought by the pill in his mouth. It was the medicinal power flowing through his body, repairing his damaged meridians.

He closed his eyes and quickly circulated his spiritual power to refine the medicinal power in his body and speed up his recovery.

When he opened his eyes again, Murong Jin was standing not far away, with his back to him, looking at the distant sky, wondering what he was thinking.

He slowly stood up and stretched his body. Most of his injuries had recovered, but the other injuries would not heal for a while.

Murong Jin watched him stand up and asked him with a smile: "If there is no problem, then let's move on."

"Yeah." Gu Qingze nodded.