For an entire week, Chen Mu devoted himself to practicing the Breath-Concealing Method. Throughout those seven days, he endured its violent side effects. Constant vomiting steadily weakened his bodily functions, and he looked a whole size thinner. He had never looked particularly robust, and now that he had lost weight, he seemed rather frail. Seeing that Chen Mu's "illness" persisted, Marco Witt offered a few words of comfort before accepting a commission. He would probably need another three days to return.
During that week, Chen Mu vomited an average of more than seven times a day, sometimes until he was utterly drained, but he gritted his teeth and persevered. Time mattered too much to him. The longer he delayed, the smaller his chances of success became.
Chen Mu narrowed his eyes, reflecting on the inhuman suffering of the past few days. He felt a surge of emotion at having finally endured it all. As his body rapidly grew thinner, his bearing also began to change imperceptibly. His once-clear eyes seemed veiled in a faint layer of darkness. He was growing accustomed to the dark at an astonishing rate. Darkness no longer felt unfamiliar; on the contrary, he increasingly preferred to remain in it, where he felt more comfortable. Even the Devil Woman probably had not expected him to progress so quickly in this regard.
Darkness was an atmosphere, and he had gradually begun to enjoy it.
The price he paid was enormous, but so were the rewards. He could now enter the Breath-Concealing State in under three minutes. In other words, given three minutes, he could achieve it. He was quite satisfied with that time.
After seven consecutive days of using breath concealment, the longest he had maintained the Breath-Concealing State was three minutes. Generally speaking, two and a half