Wu Tian sat quietly to the side, seeing Cui Tian's worries. Everything is bound by fate! Since Cui Tian works for me, this is his destiny—a grand opportunity. Unfortunately, he is still unaware of it.
Suddenly, Wu Tian made his move, slowly extending a finger. Though it moved slowly, space seemed to freeze at that moment. Cui Tian felt he could not dodge it at all; it was like the finger of a god—unavoidable and inescapable.
Just like that, Wu Tian's finger touched Cui Tian's forehead. Cui Tian did not know what Wu Tian intended to do, but the next moment, his pupils widened in shock. He felt a wisp of energy enter his body, refining his flesh and strengthening his Inner Strength. The benefits were equivalent to ten years of arduous cultivation.
After the touch, Wu Tian withdrew his finger.
"Is this... Sweet Dew Baptism?" Cui Tian looked at Wu Tian, his eyes shining brightly. "I feel only Sweet Dew Baptism could have such an effect, but Mr. Wu Tian, you don't seem tired at all."
