Manipulating soul power from a distance, especially the scarce wisp hidden within Nangong Yuexia, to engage in a secret confrontation and game with a strong opponent like the Longevity Ancestor, is immensely draining on the mind, nearly as consuming as a fierce battle.
He let out a long breath of turbid air, preparing to adjust his breathing and recover.
Just then, the door of the Quiet Room silently opened.
A figure walked in. The visitor's appearance was utterly ordinary, with a dark complexion, like the color of someone tanned from years of labor in the fields. The figure was somewhat emaciated, dressed in the most mundane gray coarse cloth short coat, resembling a farmer freshly returned from the fields.
