Soul Devouring Peak.
At nighttime, distant stars twinkled with faint light, adorning the pitch-dark, profound mountain summit.
Inside the house.
Candlelight flickered. Wen Zhixing's silhouette was concealed in the shadows, indistinct to the eye.
He opened his panel, ready to check the day's acquisitions.
By his side was the Life Defying Blood Body, which had shrunk to the size of a hamster. Since it didn't need to collect Fortune Fragments tonight, it stayed quietly by Wen Zhixing's side... playing with its sword.
The Sword Pill transformed into a blood-red long sword, gripped within its palm.
SWISH! SWISH! SWISH!
Blood-red sword wind danced, bringing forth bursts of whooshing sounds as it ravaged the space inside the house.
Clearly, this little guy was rather fond of the way of the sword. Only, judging by its movements, one could tell it was just flailing about wildly.