Atop the Bronze Ancient City Wall, Xiao Chen sat motionless in meditation, seemingly cut off from all the surrounding distractions. His complexion, which had grown somewhat pale due to exhaustion, had now regained its rosiness.
Once again, the sound akin to a tangible tsunami emanated from within his body, a result of his combat qi filling up anew. Before him lay a thin layer of powdery residue—the remnants of absorbing crystal stones.
The rich primal energy continuously nourished his limbs and bones, replenishing his blood qi. Sensing the vital energy radiating from Xiao Chen, a hint of surprise flickered in the eyes of Lord Qingjiao beside him.
Hu!
Finally, Xiao Chen, who had been as still as an ancient stone, opened his eyes and exhaled a long breath of impure air, feeling the abundant combat qi within him as he rose to his feet.
