With the details of the Yellow Turban Strongman's divine powers in his mind and refining the jade bone in his hand, Lu Yuan pondered slowly.
The moonlight was vast.
The moonlight in the middle of the month was exceptionally bright. The pale light passed through the windows of the hall, casting into the hall, reflecting with the pale-yellow glow here.
In the splendid brilliance, Lu Yuan held the jade bone, his figure mysterious and lonely.
This night was destined to be long.
...
After the Yuanxiao Festival, Lu Yuan devoted all his energy to refining various spiritual materials.
He had limited insight into Divine Power Runes. Until now, he had only mastered about half of the divine markings of the Yellow Turban Strongman. He still had to slowly comprehend and understand the rest, and there was no way to refine the entire divine power at once.
