It roars constantly, trying to break free from the shackles of "rationality."
The more I suppress its claws, the more frenziedly it channels energy, as if trying to burst this shell apart.
Only through this near-masochistic high-intensity training can this turbulent power be fully unleashed, bringing a rare piece of comfort.
Watching the gradually increasing traffic outside the window, Fang Cheng lets out a gentle sigh.
If possible, he truly wishes that Luo Lie could revive, so they could have another thrilling duel.
Or perhaps, those three mysterious men in black who fled could come back, so they could unleash their full strength and have a serious fight.
Thinking of this, Fang Cheng's gaze slightly narrows, his mind stirs, and he turns his inner vision to his dantian.
A mass of azure True Qi resides there, like a tranquil and boundless deep sea.
Only occasionally, a few subtle bubbles gurgle out.
