It looked like an ordinary rock that would be all too common in the appropriate setting like that of a forest or a mountain. But within Hao Xuan's mind palace it stuck out like a sore thumb.
Hao Xuan looked to his left where the 200 orc teenagers were in the midst of their respective training in the corner. It seemed like none of them had moved in a long time, not even to eat.
At first glance they looked like starving orphans huddled together for warmth. Skin and bones held together by an indescribable energy that Hao Xuan had only felt from Gavril (CH 323).
But when examined closely, the faint wisps of pure white Qi were wrapped around their bodies, digging in and out like worms bringing with them fine black dust. These were the impurities gathered inside their bodies since birth.
And now by whatever cultivation method they were using, all these impurities were being slowly scraped out.