The room was so quiet that a falling needle could be heard.
Moonlight streamed gently through the gauze window, draping itself over the young man's lean, upright figure.
Li Changqing sat cross-legged, his back straight as a towering pine, the lines of his shoulders and back crisp and clean.
His eyes were lightly closed, long lashes casting faint shadows beneath them. The usual composed sharpness had faded from him, leaving behind a touch of gentle serenity.
What stirred Ma Xiaotao's heart most was the aura surrounding him.
It was an aura of Soul Power that was incomparably pure and gentle, yet unfathomably deep.
It was unlike the tyrannical violence of an ultimate attack martial soul, and unlike the muddled, scorching Soul Power of ordinary soul masters.
His Soul Power was like a clear spring in the mountains, like a breeze through the hills, like a tranquil moon in the dead of night—cool, steady, and all-embracing.
Threads of warm, gentle energy silently spread through the air, softly enveloping the entire bedroom.
For years, Ma Xiaotao's meridians had been plagued by the evil fire of her Ultimate Fire, scorching her very organs.
Heat, agitation, frenzy, and violence had always accompanied her day and night.
Even when she sat quietly to rest, the evil fire within her would still churn faintly.
The fire in her heart was hard to calm, her mind restless, her sleep and meals disturbed. She often woke in the middle of the night, burning with heat and unable to control her frenzied emotions.
It was a nightmare that had haunted her for years—incurable, difficult to heal, tormenting her mind at every moment.
Yet tonight, at this very moment when Li Changqing sat in meditation—
The evil fire that had plagued her for so long seemed to have encountered its