East River Square.
Jixi Street.
Golden Spear Talisman Making Workshop.
Chen Jichuan sat cross-legged, channeling his energy, faintly surrounded by the aura of a white tiger poised for action, as if charging downhill, exuding an unapproachable majesty.
Mana flowed.
Sword Qi coursed through his meridians and Dantian, continuously tempering his mana, making it increasingly pure. The sharp edge of Sword Qi also pressed against his physical body, strands of mana seeping into his flesh and bones, strengthening his physique unceasingly.
Time slowly passed.
When True Yuan in his body began to stir restlessly, Chen Jichuan suppressed the technique, opened his eyes.
"Hah!"
"Innate Extreme, Qi Refinement is within reach!"
Chen Jichuan's eyes gleamed brightly, though his face showed no trace of elation.
