Deep within the Garrison Commander Manor, the doors of the quiet chamber remained tightly shut for three full days and nights.
The heavy black iron doors sealed off all the noise of the outside world, leaving only the solemn indoor air and the flickering candlelight.
Qin Lie sat cross-legged on the cold stone platform. His bare upper body was knotted with muscles like cast iron, and beneath his bronze-colored skin, faint currents of qi and blood surged like a subterranean river, emitting a low, rumbling hum.
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