That ancient jade, dormant for years, suddenly burst with a warm white light, and the hazy imagery within it instantly cleared into view.
Pavilions and terraces loomed amid the clouds, the spiritual herbs in the medicine garden were unfurling their leaves, and deep within the bamboo building, several familiar figures seemed to be gazing at each other across time and space.
Four months of bitter cultivation, over two thousand cycles of spiritual power circulation, those fingertips trembling in the dead of night from the exhaustion of spiritual power, those clothes torn by thorns in the search for high-grade spiritual herbs—all of these now transformed into a surging warmth within his chest.
Chapter 755