Inside the tranquil secret room, a middle-aged man was sitting upright on a woven bullrush mat and had his eyes closed to rest.
A faint spiritual energy hovered around him and was absorbed by him while his pores opened and closed! However, his complexion changed as soon as that spiritual energy entered his body, as though there were thousands of ants burrowing into his body.
"Still not working."
Bean-sized sweat dripped from his face, and he slowly opened his eyes. His fist fiercely slammed onto the ground as he harshly said, "Damn it! Could it be that I can't absorb spiritual energy ever again for the rest of my life? Can I only remain as a low-rank sky-level spirit cultivator?"
Thud thud thud!
Three knocks were heard from outside the secret room. The sound made the middle-aged man recover his wits, and his expression slowly turned back to normal. He coldly called, "Enter!"
