Bab 823: Sword Heart.

Shi Lang rested beside the pond for the night, practicing the flame manipulation. He did not waste any time, this was not his habit. As long as there was something about him that could be improvised, he would not stop. Until now, for quite some time he had been sensing a dead end appearing in the path of his cultivation. 

The Terran did not wish for that to happen, and exploring new ways was the only way to either bypass the wall in his path, or to find a way to climb the wall to proceed further. 

Shi Lang stood up in the morning, and absorbed the heat from the first rays of the sun. He opened his palms and the sparks of amber were replaced by fumes of flames. Hou Bing nodded slightly and said, "You do have a quality or two about yourself boy." 

The Terran said thank you, when Tsuu Ching appeared and tossed him a spirit fruit. Shi Lang asked, "What is this?"