Wang Ba's mind stirred slightly.
A subtle crimson flashed across his eyes, hardly noticeable.
The next moment.
The middle-aged hunter in the snowy field below suddenly paused, setting down the short knife he was using to carve the snow wolf.
He then began to take up one strange posture after another in place.
Li Yingfu was slightly taken aback, but seeing that Wang Ba's expression had not changed, he immediately knew that Wang Ba had made his move.
Consequently, he watched intently.
After all, he was a Nascent Soul Cultivator, with extraordinary sight.
He quickly noticed that the hunter's postures, apart from being odd, seemed capable of refining the Qi and Blood within the body.
And the effect was obvious.
However, this method of refining seemed slightly different from that of Body Cultivators.