The next day, when Qin Han woke up, Song Yuwei had already gone to work.
As Qin Han ate the breakfast Song Yuwei had left for him, he also felt a sense of satisfaction. Living two lifetimes, this indeed was life.
After eating, Qin Han took out the last Bone Marrow Cleansing Pill, returned to the bed, sat cross-legged, popped the pill into his mouth, alternately stacked his palms upward, and naturally placed them near his Dantian to begin circulating his Inner Strength throughout his body.
Qin Han had been busy with the medical hall these past few days, and his cultivation had been somewhat neglected. Now that he was free, he sneakily began the third round of channel bursting.
At this moment, as Qin Han breathed in and out, mist wreathed around him. Streaks of white vapor emerged from beneath him, following a specific route, twisting and converging towards the top of his head where it formed a vague lotus pattern.
