Jacob's body slowly changed over the course of a month.
He was different from other martial artists. His body was continuously growing stronger as he cultivated. With every bit of strength he gained, he shed his old skin like an army ant, revealing a layer of new skin as lustrous as metal.
Then, he slowly cracked open his eyes, which had been closed for an entire month.
Jacob's body emanated a pale, golden glow as striking as the sun and the moon. His bones had become so strong that they were indestructible.
Alistair was bewildered at the sight of golden rays seeping out of Jacob's room. He exclaimed, "What's going on in the lord's room?"
The other elders shook their heads in unison, clueless to the happenings in Jacob's room. They only knew that Jacob had not left his room even once in the past month.
"Let's go and check on him," Alistair suggested.
