Chu Li observed the place with his Omniscient Mirror, and Ding Weisong looked as feeble as a seventy-year-old man. It seemed that the secret technique had taken a huge toll on him.
So, Chu Li stealthily crept into the boiler room and stood silently beside Ding Weisong.
Ding Weisong did not notice anything odd as he continued his cultivation to recuperate his health. He felt exhausted, and his reflexes were badly impaired.
Chu Li reached out his hand to block Ding Weisong's temple, but stopped himself after he had second thoughts. The temple of a body cultivator might differ from that of a martial artist. Besides, it was highly probable that his palm strike would not be effective enough, which would then give Ding Weisong a chance to forcefully fend him off.
Chu Li let out a cough.
Ding Weisong was startled and he opened his eyes. The color drained from his face when he saw Chu Li. Then, he got up and prepared to flee.