Inside the Quiet Room, Wang Yuan was at the most critical stage of Blood Exchange and organ cleansing.
The Essence-Origin Divine Ore hung above his Dantian, its golden ore energy flowing continuously into his meridians like a trickling stream, merging with his blood, separating, then merging again.
The tainted blood seeping from the pores all over his body had already formed a ring of dark-red stains beneath him.
Meanwhile, his newly generated Vital Blood grew ever more condensed and substantial, surging through his meridians like a river.
His consciousness sank into his body as he focused on guiding every strand of ore energy, sending it without the slightest error through the Twelve Standard Meridians and Eight Extraordinary Meridians before gathering it into the Dantian's sea of qi.
There was no room for the slightest mistake in Blood Exchange and organ cleansing. One small error could cause the tainted blood to flow backward and damage his internal organs; at best, he would suffer grave injuries, and at worst, lose his life.
Even if the sky came crashing down now, he could not possibly stop.
Outside the main gates, Tie Hengshan sat in a grandmaster's chair with one leg crossed over the other. Looking at the two tightly shut vermilion-lacquered doors of the main headquarters, a smile of certain victory hung at the corner of his mouth.
Tilting his head, he murmured to Liu Sanbian beside him,
"It seems Situ Lie really can't hold on anymore. He doesn't even dare show his face."
Holding a teacup, Liu Sanbian gently blew away the steam. He did not respond, but his gaze remained fixed on the depths beyond the gates.
The accompanying disciples behind the three men stood in two rows, like two silent walls blocking the entrance to the main headquarters.
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