Qi Nation
Royal Heir Qi had been diligently cultivating in the Heir's Palace. His talent was considerable, and he was nearing the final stage of his practice. Once he mastered this technique, he would be fearless, and the world would be within his grasp. A female ghost in red stood guard beside him, her eyes filled with adoration as she watched Royal Heir Qi.
Royal Heir Qi gathered his power, raising his hand to reveal a swirl of black tide in his palm, though he still struggled to control it properly. A flash of impatience crossed his face. "How many days has it been, and it's still like this."
"Your Highness, please don't worry. This technique requires more time and effort," the red-clad ghost floated over, speaking softly to reassure him.