After these motes of light appeared, they gathered toward Qingfeng beside them.
Soundlessly, the motes sank into Qingfeng's body.
Qingfeng seemed not to notice. He was completely immersed in meditation.
A day later, Qingfeng awoke from his meditation.
When he opened his eyes, there was a trace of puzzlement in them.
He found that this session of meditation seemed to have been very effective.
Yet for the moment, he could not say exactly how.
In short, he felt more refreshed and at ease than ever, and his Divine Sense was incomparably clear.
"Hmm?" Suddenly, Qingfeng's Divine Sense stirred.
He could not help looking at the Soaring Immortal Fruit beside him.
"Why do I feel as though your aura has weakened a little?" Qingfeng murmured. "Could the flames in the alchemy furnace still be having an effect?"
Qingfeng could no longer sense the flames' aura. He had originally thought it must have dispersed completely.
After all, that secret chamber had closed again, and the aura inside could not leak out.
Yet the change in the Soaring Immortal Fruit forced Qingfeng to wonder whether some lingering aura from the flames remained nearby.
Perhaps he could not detect it himself, while the Soaring Immortal Fruit might be very sensitive to that aura.
The Soaring Immortal Fruit responded to Qingfeng's question.
"That's not it?" Qingfeng understood what the Soaring Immortal Fruit meant. "Then what exactly is going on?"
The Soaring Immortal Fruit did not clearly explain the reason to Qingfeng, merely indicating that he was fine.
Qingfeng did not press him further.
After all, since the other party did not want to say, he could hardly force him.
Over the next few days, Qingfeng seemed unconcerned, but secretly kept watch over the Soaring Immortal Fruit at all times. He did not want anything untoward