Even if standing naked in the icy world of the Arctic, I probably wouldn't feel cold.
This is entirely a manifestation of vitality reaching its peak, enough to resist extreme cold and heat.
Fang Cheng slowly raised his arm, placing it in front of his eyes.
The skin, originally bronze from long training, had undergone a peculiar transformation.
The dead skin on the surface dried into fragments, falling off, revealing the new skin beneath.
The skin was fair and delicate, even exuding a baby-like softness that sharply contrasted with the previous bronze hue.
Fang Cheng raised an eyebrow, his whole body tensing and then suddenly relaxing.
An invisible force burst from within him, shaking off all the dead skin attached to the surface, scattering it on the floor as a fine dust.
He then walked into the bathroom, stood in front of the bathroom mirror, and wiped away the condensation on the mirror surface with his hand.
