Huff!
Inhale!
With the boost from max-level experience, Zhong Lin had brought the Crimson Sun Stance Skill to the level of its creator. From such a lofty vantage point, he seemed like an old hand who had practiced stance work for decades.
His eyes were slightly closed, his hands held loosely before his chest as though he were gathering the sun into his embrace.
A scorching aura radiated from Zhong Lin's body, turning everything within three feet of him into a furnace.
If someone drew close and listened carefully at this moment, they could even hear the sound of blood coursing through his veins.
As time passed, sweat appeared on Zhong Lin's brow and soaked his clothes. It was as though his entire body were sweating, while the Qi and blood circulating through him seemed to ignite, changing from warm to searing hot.
Huff!
Half an hour later, Zhong Lin slowly opened his eyes and exhaled a mouthful of Turbid Qi. The Turbid Qi lingered in the air without dispersing, stretching several feet long.
"My Qi and blood have increased by another thirty percent. Pity I don't have medicinal pills to help; otherwise, it would definitely have increased even more. And I don't dare practice too much either—it could easily leave my body depleted."
Zhong Lin wiped the sweat from his forehead, dissatisfied with today's progress in cultivating the Crimson Sun Stance Skill.
Knock, knock, knock!
"Zhong Lin, open up! It's me, Old Zhou."
Old Zhou's voice came from outside the door, his tone extremely urgent.
A puzzled look crossed Zhong Lin's face. Why had Old Zhou come at this hour? It was not even time to get off work yet. As he pondered this, he quickly walked over and opened the courtyard gate.
"Old Zhou, what's going on?"
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