In the end, the remaining gray mist was forced to the fingertips.
Meng Chuan suddenly exerted force and flicked his fingers.
Three drops of murky liquid, like lead-mercury, shot out, leaving small holes in the retreat room untouched by any fist stance.
Breathing like ripples, the Qi around him was thoroughly cleansed, like a newly tempered sword embryo.
Suddenly opening his eyes, unable to restrain the left one, a faint dark blue halo spread like water waves from his body.
The aura hit the walls, producing a sound like sharpening knives, and he quickly restrained it.
Slightly contracting his pupils, his expression was somewhat dazed.
The changes in his body were so great that he couldn't control it for a moment.
"To think there were so many impurities in my body, unimaginable..."
Most of these stubborn impurities were hidden in the excess of each Qi Blood circulation.
