Ye Lin sat cross-legged on a tree branch, watching Stone struggle miserably below. Then he slowly closed his eyes and began circulating his cultivation technique.
Two Top-Tier Spirit Stones appeared in Ye Lin's hands, and he began absorbing them bit by bit.
For now, he needed to speed up his recovery. Once he had recovered, the first thing he would do was personally slaughter Li Miaoling. Li Miaoling had thoroughly enraged him this time.
If he did not kill him with his own hands, would Li Miaoling really think Ye Lin was made of clay?
And so, the night passed. The next day, the blazing sun rose.
Below, Stone leaned against a massive boulder, drenched in sweat and breathing hard. At Ye Lin's request, he had run for the entire night.
In one night, he had circled the whole village three times. His entire body had gone limp, his breathing was ragged, his throat felt like it was about to burst into flames, and his chest seemed ready to explode.
At that moment, Ye Lin slowly opened his eyes and crushed the Top-Tier Spirit Stones in his hands into powder. Looking down at Stone, he nodded in satisfaction.
He slowly rose, lightly tapped off with the tip of his foot, and his body drifted down to Stone as lightly as a feather.
Upon seeing Ye Lin, Stone wanted to say something, but he could not force out a single word.
Ye Lin merely smiled faintly and pointed at Stone. A ray of light entered Stone's body, and in the next instant, Stone's breathing steadied as his whole body returned to normal.
Stone stood up and looked at his hands. The aftereffects from before had vanished, and he now felt as if his entire body were brimming with strength.
"You've passed