A mountain spring cascaded down, splashing up thousands of silken threads like satin, swirling around the vine-covered cliff face.
Downstream, a young man with disheveled jet-black hair and white at his temples was sitting cross-legged, cultivating with an iron plaque in his left hand.
Opposite him, a breathtakingly beautiful girl with a melon seed-shaped face rested her cheeks on her hands, gazing at him with a complex expression.
After a long while.
The young man stopped cultivating.
"Qi Absorption Realm, triple peak."
The iron plaque in his hand was engraved with intricate patterns, but at that moment, those patterns seemed to have lost their charm, leaving only cold arcs. Just as Shi Xiaole had anticipated, this totem indeed helped him recover his Vigorous Air.
And it should not have been an illusion, the restored Vigorous Air seemed even more condensed than before. If he were to fully recover his power, wouldn't his strength at the same tier be even stronger?