Three days later, in the underground secret chamber of the Low Hill Courtyard.
Around the ceiling circled a ring of transparent crystal conduits, with tiny branches connecting them to the center, where a watermelon-sized crystal lay.
The glowing algae languidly flowed within, their warm and lustrous white light illuminating the entire underground secret chamber as if it were broad daylight.
In the depths of the secret chamber, there was a plush couch, with a low square table in the middle, and a fist-sized bronze incense burner sitting at the center, wisps of nearly imperceptible smoke drifting upwards.
Chen Mu sat cross-legged to the left of the low table, hands cradling a white jade disk, murmuring incantations.
After a good while, Chen Mu suddenly stopped reciting the spell.
Hum!
A layer of glowing white light suddenly appeared at the surface of Chen Mu's body.
It was as though he had donned a set of light-emitting, gossamer-thin clothes.
