Wu Jian opened his eyes after hearing Yōuměi’s soft growl. He looked at the panther who was staring without blinking at the Yang Fire Flower. The flower was beginning to bloom, meaning it was almost time to pluck it.
He took a deep breath. The world’s energy seemed to permeate his body, strengthening him, and then he exhaled, releasing a slightly black fog from his mouth. Those were the impurities he had just released. They dissipated into the air.
“My cultivation has gone up,” he murmured, clenching and unclenching his hand. He was now at the second subrealm of the Anima Realm. “This must be thanks to that pill Huǒ Shuchang gave me. It’s quite miraculous.”
He looked at the older man sitting not far from him, his legs crossed, eyes closed, and hands forming a seal as he gathered chi int
