Zhang Yan sat cross-legged on an isolated cliff, with a Dharma Treasure emitting a faint azure radiance floating in front of his chest. He exhaled streams of Spiritual Energy from his nose and mouth, wrapping the artifact as it rolled and flipped back and forth in the air. At intervals, he cast spell after spell, his motions growing faster, accompanied by rumbling sounds. It was evident that he had entered the critical stage of refining this Dharma Treasure.
Not far away, Mu Hongchen sat upright on a rock, with a young girl of about fifteen or sixteen years old seated behind her. The girl rested her chin on her palms, her curious gaze fixed incessantly on Zhang Yan. A section of her forearm was exposed, adorned with dozens of delicately crafted silver rings, as her feet rested in fox-fur boots. While her complexion was slightly dark, she radiated a playful charm and liveliness.
