Liang Qu gathered the vital energy and blood within his body and then went into the courtyard to practice his spear techniques.
His tendons, bones, and flesh, tempered a thousand times like fine steel, made his spine undulate with the force of a great dragon, vibrating as if a dragon were roaring and a tiger howling.
The vital energy within him moved throughout his body like a Flood Dragon traversing water, the whole process without any dissipation of Qi, channeling all his power into the Fubo spear thrust.
The long spear whirled up a cold wind, causing the jujube trees to sway, ripples to spread across the water jar, and startled the birds that were drinking to fly away.
"Pill Essence Skill..."
The old monk, somehow already standing in front of the western wing's door, silently twirled his prayer beads.
He was not well-acquainted with Ge Jiantai, the Taoist master of the Tower-watching Platform, but he had a deep connection with Ge Jiantai's younger brother, Ge Jianhong.
