"Hiss... hiss..."
A fierce gust flashed past as two streams of true qi shot out, leaving several more pits and dents in the stone wall.
He An stared at the wall, lost in thought...
Seven days had passed in the blink of an eye, and the wounds on He An's back had mostly healed.
Time flowed slowly in this dark confinement chamber. It truly felt as though the years had lost their reckoning, winter ending without any way to know which year had come.
Three months might change a great many people and things.
Once I get out, I'll clear my name!
He An silently made up his mind, gazing absently at his palm...
As he refined more and more pure Heaven and Earth Primordial Energy, his meridians expanded and grew stronger. The dan foundation that had enlarged upon his advancement to the spirit refinement realm was gradually filling with true qi.
With his current spirit refinement realm cultivation, a single punch sent fine stone chips pattering down the wall.
He An shook his head. He still wasn't quite satisfied.
Rubbing his chin, He An began considering how to raise his cultivation realm and increase the power of the true qi imbued in his punches.
Fan Dazhi wasn't quite satisfied either. He and He An had always been inseparable, and now that He An wasn't around, even his meals seemed to have lost their flavor.
"Little Blackie, tell me... shouldn't I do something for Xiao An?"
He sat on his bed with Little Black Cat in his arms, stroking the cat's silky fur and muttering to himself.
"Xiao An was framed. There must be something wrong with that Jin Caiyun. How can I find proof?"
Fan Dazhi murmured to himself. The cat in his arms gave an occasional meow,