C470 The Closed Door Disciple!

Lee Changsheng dashed to the restroom, unleashing a torrent that left the solitary cell and the corridor reeking with an indescribable odor. After the ordeal, he felt on the verge of collapse. Staggering out, leaning against the wall, he was the picture of misery with his pallid face and cracked lips. "Luo Feng, your pill might just be a tad too potent."

"That doesn't make sense