When Zhang Xiaohua sensed the stele's location and was about to leave, he suddenly froze inwardly, as though he had noticed something. Yet after thinking it over carefully, he found no clue. Could this be... another warning omen?
Puzzled, Zhang Xiaohua burrowed underground and headed straight back. When he saw Ruijin Hall's campfire again, realization suddenly struck him. "Ah! So that was what felt unusual. It seems... it seems I only sensed the stele's location just now, but... didn't notice any fluctuations from the stele at all?"
"Could this... be the result of the stele being refined by me?"
Zhang Xiaohua was overjoyed, but then found himself unable to decide. After all, the stele had been refined by him; it was not strange that he could sense it directly without relying on fluctuations of primordial qi. But he did not know whether others, such as Abbess Jingyi, could detect the stele's fluctuations through divine sense.
"This is not easy to test!" Zhang Xiaohua felt rather depressed. "If it can be concealed, that would be best. If it cannot, wouldn't I be losing out? Besides, the methods of refining different magical artifacts vary greatly. The method used to refine the stele will most likely not work on other magical artifacts. Better get past Abbess Jingyi's hurdle first!"
Nothing happened that night. Zhang Xiaohua quietly pondered the first level of Sword Manifests the World. The incantation, combined with the human figure within the stele, made Zhang Xiaohua, who had now tasted its flavor, scratch at his ears and cheeks in impatience. He only wanted to follow the method's instructions, wield Dream Chaser, and dance thousands upon thousands of sword shadows through the air!
At dawn the next day, Zhang Xiaohua slipped out of the tent and found a secluded place to practice