After muttering a couple of complaints about the accidental incident, Tang Qi tidied up, tilted his head, and looked out of the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Nightfall had, unnoticed, descended once again upon Green Dragon Ridge Lake.
Today's time seemed to have passed quite quickly.
Tang Qi reflected for a moment and, finding no other matters to attend to, decided to enter meditation.
Just like meditation for other wizards, his sessions could lead to extreme enhancements in power, a form of horror to the extreme.
If he were lucky, he might even obtain witchcraft akin to "Transformation Spell" or "Life Spell," which defy the heavens.
Even without those, he would still gain pure Divine Power.
Of course, corresponding with these tremendous benefits were terrifying dangers.
If another wizard were to undertake his form of 'meditation,' they likely wouldn't be able to withstand a single pollution and would turn directly into a monster.
