Inside the room.
Chen Mo was naked, his whole body soaking in a bathtub, his hands pressing each acupuncture point on his body according to the Eight Desolates Prison guidance, eyes closed, breathing steadily and forcefully.
The bathtub was filled with a red-brown liquid, which slightly shook and even reflected flickers of unusual light, quite magical indeed.
Chen Mo's chest rose and fell slightly, each breath rhythmic. As time passed, the unusual light contained in the red-brown liquid slowly surged into Chen Mo's body under the pressure of the acupuncture points.
With the unusual light entering his body, Chen Mo's skin gradually became taut, as if covered with a layer of iron powder.
Of course, while strengthening his physique.
He simulated.
Chen Mo was not delayed.
Multitasking.
Simultaneously strengthening his body and simulating his talent.
No interference occurred between the two.
…
Time quickly reached noon.
