After two months inside the soul core, Kai Syaoran had come up with a basic structure of his body Cultivation technique.
Hebhad formed it based on the White Wolf Might technique of the white wolf. He was happy with this technique. It seems to have a lot of potential.
Kai Syaoran opened his eyes and he had a smile on his face.
After cultivating this technique, he would not have any more weaknesses. At least not one so obvious.
The strange man was on his last breaths. He had cracks spreading all over his body. His soul was about to turn to dust.
He had spent the past few weeks screaming his lungs out, of course did not have lungs being a soul and all, but his screams had been no less mind-numbing.
Kai Syaoran smiled at the man. To be honest, Kai Syaoran had begun thinking that perhaps the man had no more body Cultivation techniques to offer, but this was no reason to give up.
