Cain inspected his body, his soul, and even the depths of his will. A complicated expression crossed his face.
He had recovered. His cultivation base was stable, his foundations unshaken. There was no longer any risk of slipping backward or losing hard-won progress. Yet full healing was still far away. His body was intact, but far from whole; his soul was firm, but riddled with hairline fractures. It would take time—long, patient time—before he was truly complete again.
"It would speed things up if I could perform a Forty-First Revolution Refinement on both body and will…" he murmured.
