Facing the lake, Li Xuanxiao calmed his mind and focused his spirit, sitting cross-legged on a bluish stone by the shore.
Dew rolled down his cheeks, bringing a trace of coolness.
Mist drifted across the lake, kneading the rising sunlight into hundreds and thousands of golden threads.
A thin veil of mist rose from the lake, shredding the dawn light into countless strands of gold.
Li Xuanxiao's figure flickered in and out of view within the morning fog. His breathing was long and steady, like spring silkworms spinning silk.
With every breath he drew in, he could feel the surrounding air trembling faintly, spiritual energy condensing into thumb-sized beads of light and slipping into his nostrils.
The Nascent Soul within Li Xuanxiao's Purple Mansion was like a newborn baby just awakened, greedily sucking in that spiritual energy as though nursing.
Not only his mouth and nose—every pore across his body was exchanging breath with heaven and earth. The turbid air he exhaled dispersed as gray mist.
Li Xuanxiao carefully sensed his strength.
Within the Purple Mansion, the phantom holding a chessboard was continuously absorbing spiritual essence.
Meanwhile, Li Xuanxiao's own Nascent Soul only dared to hide cautiously behind its heels, feeding on scraps and leftovers.
Every time it absorbed spiritual energy, it was extremely wary, as if terrified the energy might be poisoned.
Li Xuanxiao was furious at the sight. Fine, it was one thing to be a coward in a fight.
Why were you such a coward even when eating!!
Li Xuanxiao looked at the Nascent Soul phantom clutching the chessboard. He could not shake his unease, yet there was nothing he could do about it.
He always felt it was a hidden danger.
Could he really be so lucky as to inexplicably pick up a dual-Nascent-Soul setup??
Just