The silent quiet room held only the soybean-sized flame of an oil lamp dancing in its holder, stretching the cross-legged figure of Qin Lie and casting a distorted projection onto the mottled earthen wall like a dormant beast crouching in wait.
The air was thick with a pungent medicinal odor and a strange, scorching heat like that of a furnace forging iron—the traces of the Dragon-Elephant Tyrant Body Formula driven to its absolute limit, causing his vital qi and blood to steam and overflow.
A few hard bluestone blocks piled in the corner for testing purposes were covered in spiderweb-like cracks across their surfaces, silently testifying to the violent release of power during his seclusion.
Chapter 101