Sunlight slanted over the western courtyard wall, dyeing half the yard a warm gold.
The bamboo grove rustled in the evening wind. A few leaves twirled down, landing on Fang Han's shoulder, only to be pushed away by the scorching aura emanating from him.
Time slipped by in the silence.
Over two hours passed unknowingly. The sun had already sunk below the courtyard wall, and the last vestiges of twilight were being slowly consumed by the encroaching night.
Fang Han was about to stop his practice and end his Cultivation for the day.
Just then—
HUMMM...
A low hum that only he could perceive resounded from the depths of his body without any warning.
The sound wasn't loud, yet it felt as if something long dormant had suddenly awakened, sending a shudder through his entire body.
Immediately after, an indescribably terrifying power erupted from every inch of his flesh and bone, like a volcano blowing its top.
'A breakthrough.'
Fang Han's pupils contracted instantly.
