Meeting with the Guardian
Soon, Lu Zhen heard the familiar ding again, but this time he didn't pay attention as the warm energy flowed directly to his brain and then to his invisible soul, strengthening it.
If you compared Lu Zhen's consciousness, it was the size of a hand and very dim. With the warm energy, it slightly grew in size and became brighter, though Lu Zhen wasn't aware of these changes.
As a first-stage martial artist and a first-circle mage, he wasn't qualified to dabble in the soul. Nor could he even understand the concept of it. He could only gather some theoretical knowledge from ancient books, but that was all.
It was like a scientific experiment—without truly experimenting himself, how could someone understand such a thing?
Lu Zhen tried long and hard to comprehend the Qi pattern.
Time seemed to stretch endlessly, becoming a mere blur as Lu Zhen remained completely absorbed in the Qi imprint.