When Yi Yang heard footsteps outside the courtyard, his divine sense had already reached out.
It was Xu Min.
His expression was strange, a mixture of excitement and awe, with a trace of panic he could not suppress.
It seemed something had happened.
Yi Yang did not rush to open the door. Instead, he raised his right hand and swept it lightly toward the room.
A powerful wave of true qi spread silently, enveloping the four walls, the floor, and the ceiling.
The tender shoots poking out of the floor were torn out by the roots and reduced to ash. The cracked seed on the windowsill was crushed into powder by qi force, and the dried insect whose wings had twitched was flicked out the window.
The lingering fluctuations of medicinal power in the air, the traces of dissipated vital essence, and even the green tint left in the cracks between the stone tiles were all scoured away by that sweep of true qi.
The entire process took no more than two breaths.
By the time Yi Yang withdrew his hand, the room had returned to its original state, no different from the day he had moved in.
The whole process had been utterly silent.
Only after finishing did he sit back down on the prayer mat, his expression once again as still as an ancient well.
Knock, knock, knock.
A knock sounded at the door.
"Come in."
Xu Min pushed the door open, closed it behind him, and hurried over to Yi Yang.
He first glanced at his superior. His lord's aura seemed even more restrained than a few days ago, and his face looked slightly younger, but such changes were hardly extraordinary.
To his eyes, his lord did look a little younger than before. The lines of his