The sun was already high in the sky—three pole lengths high to be exact—when Yi Chen leisurely opened his eyes, the warm sunlight already beating down on him.
He had slept incredibly well, both his body and mind had greatly relaxed, and the weakness that came after the transformation into extreme Yang had completely vanished.
This made Yi Chen feel even more invigorated.
"I wonder, if I had a fight with the master that the white-haired old ghost spoke of, who would have a better chance of winning," Yi Chen suddenly thought a bold idea.
"If that mysterious master isn't human but a demonic creature, they should be worth quite a lot of Deep Red Points," he speculated.
With a powerful weapon in hand, a killing intent naturally arises.
Times change.
Now, possessing the Dragon-Slaying Sword and the seventh level of the True Pure Yang Skill, Yi Chen felt a bit inflated inside. If he was still on the sixth level of the True Pure Yang Skill, his heart would definitely be uneasy.
