Winter nights always fell faster than summer ones.
A carriage stopped before Jiang Ning's residence.
In less than half an hour, the sky had already turned completely dark.
Inside the carriage.
Lü Yi remained silent. Even though they had long since arrived at Jiang Ning's doorstep, she did not dare make the slightest sound to disturb him.
Because from earlier until now, sitting inside the carriage, she had continuously heard muffled rumbles coming from Jiang Ning's body.
The sound was like waves crashing against a cliff face, and like a giant hammer striking an iron ingot.
A little while later.
The commotion within Jiang Ning's body suddenly ceased.
Sensing this, Lü Yi immediately sat upright, her waist straightening.
One breath later.
Jiang Ning abruptly opened his eyes.
With a wave of his hand, a jade bottle containing Iron Bone Pills appeared in his palm.
At this moment, thirteen bones in his body had completed one full cycle, undergoing a total of one hundred and eight hammerings. It was precisely time to absorb Iron Bone Pills.
The next moment.
Jiang Ning opened his mouth and inhaled lightly.
A pill the size of a soybean, silver-white all over, immediately flew out of the jade bottle.
The pill streaked like a beam of light straight into Jiang Ning's throat.
Jiang Ning promptly closed his eyes again and inspected his body internally.
Then he saw that once the pill entered his stomach, the medicinal coating wrapped around it quickly dissolved.
After the coating dissolved, the originally solid pill gradually released thread after thread of fine silver strands.
So this is iron marrow! Jiang Ning silently remarked as he watched this scene within his body.
Immediately after.
He circulated his qi and blood, guiding those silver strands toward the thirteen bones he had just tempered.