Qin Lie sat cross-legged on the cold, hard wooden bed, his eyes tightly closed, his breathing long, slow, and so faint it was almost imperceptible.
His entire body was enveloped in the aura of decay and ruin deliberately cultivated by the Tortoise Breathing Formula, making him look like a completely dead, withered log.
Only the Bronze Shard pressed directly against the skin of his chest transmitted a constant, unchanging chill that pierced through his disguise, reaching straight to the core of his burning, boiling willpower.
Chapter 25