Cultivation
編輯: Kurisu
'In the end, my heart still haven't been sharpened enough yet like these guys',' Bei Feng thought with some lingering fear after he awoke. He'd unknowingly fell into a strange state. If Ling Xu hadn't startled him awake from that state, perhaps he would have been able to extricate himself from it on his own, but there was a possibility that he would have lost himself in that greedy state.
"Many thanks, Fellow Daoist!"
Bei Feng clasped his fists and bowed solemnly. Ling Xu also accepted the bow gracefully.
The two looked upwards again. Where were there any dragon inner dans? The entire thing had felt like a dream.
The light had actually come from the patterns on the white jade. Below the huge white jade platform was a rectangular table-shaped platform. A set of chains that seemed illusory like smoke or clouds sat above it, giving off a strange vibration, causing the air around it to take on many different shapes.
The air around it was exceptionally congealed, like water.