Early morning, the sky was just getting light.
On the rooftop terrace of Hongfu Garden.
Zhang Beijiang stood guard at the staircase, like a disciplined warrior; as a spirit corpse, he naturally wasn't afraid of sunlight.
Not far away, Zhang Fan sat cross-legged, enveloped by a layer of morning light that spilled over his body, revealing even the fine hairs on his arms, as if draped in a faint golden hue.
His breathing was so subtle it seemed almost absent, the center of his forehead slightly rippling with fluctuations, intertwined with a ray of light moving in and out.
This ray of light, more dazzling than the sunlight, was invisible to ordinary people unless observed through the primordial spirit.
This ray of light was what Ancestor Lv referred to as "Celestial Light," commonly known as "Spiritual Qi," a great medicine for cultivation.
