In the green stone-carved lantern stands, lustrous black animal fat bubbled continuously, seeping zipping noises. The many silhouettes in the Great Hall flickered in tandem with the flames, leaving the hall eerily devoid of other noises, save for the sound of fire crackling. At this moment, everyone awaited Xiao Chen's verdict in hushed anticipation.
A different space was situated beneath the Stone Tower at the end of the Great Hall, where Xiao Chen sat cross-legged on a stone bed, his eyes firmly shut. Steam rose tumultuously from his crown, as if he had just been hauled out of the water, and within his body, the Combat Qi surged and collided incessantly, progressively undergoing refinement and condensation.
The rapid breakthroughs of Xiao Chen's Martial Realm in these past few days had led to a somewhat hollow state of the Combat Qi within him. He needed to continuously refine and condense it, solidifying the Combat Qi.
