Three days later.
In the Cultivation Room of the Hidden Dragon Dojo.
Xue Jing, dressed in a black training garment and standing on the solid wooden floor, silently stood at the center of the room.
His gaze fixed straight ahead, his skin from the chin downwards was covered in densely packed patches of "dragon scales".
He started to practice the Armor Shaking Skill's accompanying Skin Breathing Skills, his dragon scales quivering and stretching, resembling a True Dragon Shaking Armor, clicking and clacking.
"Um... the injury shouldn't be a big problem now, at least I can start training."
Xue Jing squeezed his palm and nodded.
During these three days, he had been resting and recuperating, and the injuries to his skin had healed quite a lot.
Dispelling the dragon scales from all over his body, Xue Jing took a deep breath, his gaze sharpening.
His Power surged, the dragon's roar echoing around him, his muscles tensing up.