The Ice Python watched the surrounding Primordial Qi ebb and flow, utterly shocked. Even though it had seen Wen Qingye cultivate before, it was still astonished. The speed at which this Magic Technique absorbed Primordial Qi was simply too domineering.
The Primordial Qi continuously gathered, surging through the meridians in Wen Qingye's body. In a single night, he had managed to clear two more. Combined with the seven that were already intact, nine of his one hundred and eight meridians were now open.
Several double-hours passed. The sky turned the color of a fish's belly as the morning light shone into the Ten Thousand Miles Sky.
Wen Qingye's eyes slowly opened, and he gazed ahead.
"How are your injuries?" the Ice Python asked.
Wen Qingye shook his head. "It's only been one night. They're still far from healed. But as long as I have time, I think they'll improve."
"I see. What's the plan now?" the Ice Python asked.
