"Why am I so exhausted?"
Zeng Anmin felt as though his body had even grown somewhat weak.
His brows knitted tightly as he stared at the spirit stone in his hand, into which he had infused Vast Righteous Qi.
The spirit stone still showed not the slightest change.
Yet Zeng Anmin could sense that, in his unguarded moment just now, he seemed to have infused some strange energy into it.
Moreover, after absorbing that wondrous energy he had just transferred into it, the spirit stone's power was at least five times greater than before!
"What was that?"
Zeng Anmin frowned hard.
He could not make heads or tails of it.
"What's wrong with you?"
Sai Chuxue's voice drifted over weakly.
"Hm?"
Only then did Zeng Anmin raise his head.
By then, the Fire Phoenix had unknowingly descended upon an unfamiliar mountaintop.
Night had fallen as well.
"How long was I sitting there just now?"
Zeng Anmin looked at Sai Chuxue and asked.
"Two hours."
Sai Chuxue made a rough calculation and gave him an exact answer.
"That long?"
Zeng Anmin was somewhat startled.
"I saw golden light rising from your body, and you kept furrowing your brow in thought. I figured it was a crucial moment, so I didn't interrupt you."
Sai Chuxue looked at Zeng Anmin in confusion and asked:
"What happened to you just now?"
Zeng Anmin chuckled. "The Confucian Path brought me a new enlightenment, and my offensive methods have taken a qualitative leap as well."
As he spoke, he could not help sighing with emotion:
"My father was right. If one wishes to advance along the Confucian Path, one truly must earnestly contemplate the magnificent mountains and rivers."
He meant it from the bottom of his heart.
That realization just now had spared him at least