Three days later.
In the Hidden Dragon Dojo, within the cultivation room.
Xue Jing, wearing a black training garment, stood quietly at the center of the room, his feet planted on the solid wooden floor.
His gaze was fixed straight ahead, and his skin, from his chin downwards, was covered in dense patches of 'dragon scales.'
He began to use the Armor Shaking Skill with its accompanying skin breathing skills, his dragon scales expanding and trembling, making crackling sounds like a True Dragon shaking its armor.
"Hmm... the injury should be no big deal now; at least, I can start practicing," Xue Jing said as he clenched his fist and nodded.
Over the past three days, he had been resting and recuperating, and the wounds on his skin membrane had finally healed considerably.
Dispersing the dragon scales covering his body, Xue Jing took a deep breath and his gaze sharpened.
Power surged, dragon chants resounded, and his muscles tensed tight.
