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Before the sun broke through the sky again, the night passed quickly. "Two more days," he mumbled to himself as he straightened his body. It had been a long time since he last spent a night outside, and the cold had made his body stiff.
Once again, he sat down and began channeling his flames infused with spiritual energy through his body, neither too fast nor too slow. He had managed to determine the perfect speed yesterday, but even so, this pattern wasn't easy to create. His failures far outnumbered his successes.
With the park grounds shaking repeatedly, a booming roar could be heard after each tremor. Each time, Yan Xiaobao would spit out a mouthful of fresh blood and then wipe his mouth with a stubborn expression.
At times, he would sit down to meditate, then take medicine to allow the inner medicine to heal his injuries. After that, he would return to practicing the sacred Sun Flames once more.
