After staring blankly for a moment, Xiao Yan finally came back to his senses. A surge of wild joy welled up in his eyes as he hurriedly beckoned with his hand. That afterimage turned into an invisible speck of light and finally entered Xiao Yan's brow. This was merely a clone seed, but the most difficult step—creating it—had already been completed. Next, as long as he tempered it, Xiao Yan would be able to successfully form his Three Thousand Lightning Phantom Body!
He had finally succeeded! Xiao Yan subconsciously stretched his body. The first step of cultivating the Three Thousand Lightning Phantom Body was now complete. All he needed to do next was temper it continuously, and he would gain a powerful clone.
Thinking of this, Xiao Yan decided that he should continue seeking Fei Tian's guidance. After all, this clone was only a rudimentary form at present. Its meager strength was simply incapable of offering Xiao Yan any help in battle. How to make it grow into his greatest support was the key issue ahead, and such a question naturally had to be asked of an expert.
Xiao Yan entered Fei Tian's room aboard the ship. By now, Fei Tian no longer possessed the high spirits he had shown when first meeting Xiao Yan; his face was instead filled with dejection.
After all, as the Pavilion Master of the Wind Lightning North Pavilion, being captured alive was already an incomparably humiliating matter. Yet Xiao Yan was still constantly squeezing out whatever value he had left, making him serve as his personal instructor.
Fei Tian did not dare take any drastic action either. On the day the ambush ended, the seemingly delicate woman in white beside Xiao Yan had directly planted a strand of poisonous Dou Qi beside his heart.