Zhin, secluded in his room, resumed his cultivation, his focus unwavering as he delved deeper into his inner realm.
"Hmm..." he murmured, a sense of calm and serenity washing over him as he harnessed the pure energy within.
Within the tranquil confines of his chamber, Zhin sat in meditative repose, his posture reflecting a newfound serenity. The air around him shimmered with a soft, golden aura, a testament to the purity of his Qi, now cleansed of the demonic taint that had once plagued him.
His breathing was slow and steady, each inhale drawing in the ambient mana, each exhale expelling impurities and refining his internal energy. He could feel the flow of Qi coursing through his meridians, invigorating his body and sharpening his mind.
