The stone-cutting machine was in the four corners of the backyard. The youth and Han Ruobing led the way in the front, with Tang Luo carrying the rough stone behind them, his mind full of doubts.
"What exactly is going on with these Clairvoyant Eyes? Why did the Tile react? Could it be that this rough stone, like that black stone, can also cause a reaction from the Tile?"
A thought struck Tang Luo, and he concentrated on the rough stone in his hands.
The weathered skin on the surface of the rough stone had disappeared, a red mist emerged, and with the operation of the nameless technique, the red mist continuously surged into him through his hands, passing through the Eight Extraordinary Meridians, through the three Dantians, and finally absorbed by the Tile on his chest.
However, the light from the Tile wasn't as dazzling this time, only a faint glow.
