Form and Will Fist Manual
Editor: Kurisu
Bei Feng was very pleasantly surprised. This bit of essence blood was actually so useful in raising his own strength! Strangely, this phenomenon had not appeared previously.
'Could it be that this is a result of yesterday's events?'
No matter how he thought, this seemed to be the only plausible explanation.
Bei Feng felt that this was actually a very good thing for him. How much blood and essence was contained in that huge Celestial Snow Ridge Eagle's wing? If he could refine all of it, his own cultivation would surely soar rapidly.
Bei Feng returned to the room, just as a Daoist disciple was bringing a bowl of clear porridge in.
The clear porridge looked rather appetizing. The soup looked faintly green, and a single piece of leaf floated atop it
The aroma from the porridge quickly flowed into the room, and Bei Feng could not resist picking up a spoon and taking a sip of the soup.