The stone door of the secluded chamber slowly opened. Chu Feng emerged with his hands behind his back, a trace of conflicting emotions lingering between his brows.
The ecstasy of becoming a Blood-Exchange Martial Saint mingled with his unease over the depletion of his body's vital essence, leaving him caught between joy and worry, unable to describe the taste.
"Stop pulling that long face, brat. The Vidyaraja Sky-Supporting Art is one of the Demon Suppression Division's ultimate arts, kept at the very bottom of its treasure chest. How could you master it in a single leap? Settle down and study it later, and progress will come."
Beside a stone table beneath the corridor, Luo Zhenyuan leaned against the railing, pouring amber liquor from a flask and drinking alone, though his gaze remained fixed squarely on Chu Feng.
Chu Feng said little. He had already paid the price for letting success go to his head, and he had resolved never to reveal his breakthrough to Martial Saint unless absolutely necessary.
This world of martial arts was rife with treacherous currents and unfathomable hearts. Only by keeping something in reserve could he remain undefeated.
Thus, he immediately abandoned the idea of seeking Cui Jingxian's guidance as well.
He walked straight over and sat down, picked up a wine cup, and drained it. The liquor burned through his meridians as it went down, offering a flavor all its own.
"Old Luo, is there any way to replenish depleted bodily essence?"
He did not want to expose his Martial Saint cultivation, so he naturally could not consult Cui Jingxian. Luo Zhenyuan was a veteran Marrow Cleansing Grandmaster with abundant experience and broad knowledge. Perhaps he would have a solution.
Chu Feng had expected him to ponder a remedy. Instead, Luo Zhenyuan merely picked up