Twilight descended, the setting sun like molten gold.
Beams of light passed through the antique, carved window lattice, spilling quietly into the room.
Amid the interplay of light and shadow, a figure sat cross-legged upon a bed, his aura as profound as a silent abyss and as imposing as a towering mountain. It was none other than Chu Fan.
His eyes were shut tight, his long lashes casting a delicate shadow beneath them.
[Spiritual Essence: 4322]
[Pollution Level: 11/100]
[Cultivation: Third Heaven of Divine Power Realm]
A barely perceptible stream of air escaped from the tip of his nose, seemingly stirring the motes of dust that danced in the light...
Chu Fan slowly opened his eyes. His deep gaze held none of the elation that should follow a breakthrough. Instead, a thoughtful, somber expression flickered within them.
With a mere thought, the Nine-Petaled Jade Lotus in his hand vanished, stored away in his Sumeru Ring.
