Abdu, who was startled awake by Sol's gut-wrenching scream had jumped up from his position to look at Sol.
Seeing his condition, he was about to rush over but paused when Sol began to sit up while saying.
"I-I'm fine… Little Abdu."
Sol struggled to say that as he sat up.
Abdu took a glance at him before laying back down to cultivate.
After sitting up, Sol raised his hand to wipe the blood from his lips. Glancing down, he looked at the fissures that had appeared on his skin.
Sol's heart started to pound rapidly with nervousness, but he tried his best to calm down.
"Even Master's training never brings me that much agony. Maybe if I had tried to do this more moderately, I would be able to endure it. But if I did this slowly who knows how long I'll be in seclusion. It might even take weeks if not months to refine my skin, not to mention my bones or internal organs. At that point, I would be in here for a few years at most!"