Outside the southern gates of Jigu City, in Chen Mu's small courtyard, the two Moon Bark Trees had already grown into towering giants. Their massive canopies covered most of the courtyard and rose above the roof of the Two-story Small Building. Palm-sized fiery red leaves swayed in the wind with a rustling sound.
By the round table beneath the trees, Chen Mu lay in a Rocking Chair.
His right elbow rested on the chair's armrest as he raised his arm, holding his palm upright in midair.
As he recited a long and complex Incantation, Black Flame abruptly erupted across his entire right hand.
The flames burned silently, yet his palm remained completely unharmed.
Chen Mu steadied his mind and stared intently at the flames for half an hour.
Then, without warning, the calm flames began to riot. Like floodwaters unleashed from a dam, they surged rapidly from his palm up his arm.
He quickly sat upright and thrust his right hand to the side. His flaming forearm plunged into a White Jade bucket filled with River of Forgetfulness Water.
Sizzle!
White smoke billowed up, and the intense pain made Chen Mu's face twitch. He clenched his teeth and stared unblinkingly at the bucket.
Only after a long while, when the white smoke ceased to appear, did he slowly pull his arm out. Even with his swift reaction, the flames had burned his entire right forearm until only a few scraps of white bone remained.
"What a close call!" Chen Mu let out a long breath.
Ninety percent of the Yinling Divine Power within him abruptly vanished, and his right hand began rebuilding itself at a visible rate. After a few breaths, his palm had fully recovered.
"My Yinling Divine Power won't recover until tomorrow at the earliest. That's more time