After sending Shen Qingyue flying with a palm strike, Xia Jue rose to his feet. There was no trace of weakness left in him.
He had actually awakened the moment Shen Qingyue placed the gu worm in his ear. He had wrapped it in spiritual qi, preventing it from moving even a fraction, and only now had he taken it out.
A red flame suddenly flared in Xia Jue's palm, instantly reducing the gu worm to ashes.
Inside the room, Xia Jue walked over to the meditation cushion in the center and sat down on it.
From the moment he entered, Xia Jue had heard a voice coming from somewhere within the room. Only after sitting on the meditation cushion could he finally make out what it was saying.
Just as he had expected, it was indeed an inheritance.
An inheritance concerning sound attacks.
The voice gradually poured into his sea of consciousness from all directions.
Unbeknownst to him, as he closed his eyes to receive the inheritance, the entire third floor suddenly plunged into darkness. Only Xia Jue, seated cross-legged on the meditation cushion, gave off a faint white glow.
After an unknown length of time, the white light around Xia Jue flashed. Pinpricks of light gradually appeared on the walls amid the surrounding darkness, bringing everything into clearer view.
Those points of light formed all manner of strange symbols and words. Then, as though activated, the symbols and words abruptly broke free of the walls and flew toward Xia Jue, until every last one had vanished into his body.
Xia Jue felt as though he were soaking in a warm spring.
He also understood the meaning of those once-obscure words that had entered his body.
Yet he had clearly never studied them.
It was inexplicable, as though he