After calming down, Lin Hui carefully sensed the state of his Inner Strength.
He was very curious about this peculiar power that could enhance his defenses and even improve his entire constitution.
Extending his hand, he stared intently at his palm, circulating a sliver of Inner Strength to his fingertip.
Under the morning light, a faint white glow slowly appeared at the tip of his finger.
The white light was weak and faint, yet it was as distinct as a wisp of mist, clinging stubbornly to his fingertip.
Lin Hui touched it with his other hand. It felt soft yet resilient, and warm to the touch. When he pressed down hard, he couldn't reach the fingertip beneath it no matter how much force he applied.
'It's like some kind of extremely high-strength gel...' The thought flashed through his mind.
Then, he flung his hand forward, trying to launch the Inner Strength, but there was no reaction. The Inner Strength stuck to his hand like glue.
