Chu Ge currently had a phrase in his heart that he desperately wanted to say.
He never expected that after the poison was sealed, it would have such a side effect; he sat there almost unable to keep his eyes open.
If this continued, sooner or later, people would discover that he had completely lost his martial arts.
"Mr. Chu, are you alright?" Zhao Wuji looked at Chu Ge with concern, feeling a whirlwind of emotions. The Chu Ge of the past was so vibrant, but now he always looked sickly, which really worried him.
At this moment, Zhao Wuji already regarded Chu Ge as one of his juniors; he was more than twenty years older than Chu Ge, whose age was similar to that of his son.
Chu Ge shook his head, yawned again, and then said, "I'm fine, just a bit sleepy. Don't worry, it won't be too serious."
Chu Ge pinched the bridge of his nose and stood up, planning to stretch his muscles.
