"A technique designed for core formation, huh…"
Xia Wei's eyes shimmered with excitement, the reflection of the words from the system dancing within them. He couldn't help but wear a knowing smile, his arms gently caressing his chin. His clear magenta eyes glided towards the lifeless body of Pan Qiang.
With a swift mental command, Xia Wei's body vanished from its original spot. In a matter of moments, a powerful gust of wind erupted, revealing Xia Wei, now hovering before Pan Qiang's motionless form.
A hollowness filled his eyes, and his face appeared pale with desperation. Blood gushed from the deep, gory scar adorning his chest, streaming down in a crimson river that formed a small trench, soaking his waist. His trembling hands betrayed his unsteady state, leaking traces of his Qi.
