Early morning, Taoyuan Square.
Zhang Fan walked into the lobby, a bit dazed. As soon as he woke up, he noticed something unusual about his body; the True Yang was surging, yet it was accompanied by Yin Qi, gathering at the Primordial Spirit in the Profound Passage.
In other words, last night, in his sleep, he seemed to have practiced the "Northern Emperor Ghost Killing Technique" and absorbed a large amount of Yin Qi.
"Can you cultivate while sleeping? Am I a genius!?" Zhang Fan murmured, faintly feeling there was an issue with himself or, perhaps, with his Primordial Spirit, but he couldn't quite pinpoint what the problem was.
"Ouch..."
Just at that moment, Zhang Fan was jolted as if he had bumped into something soft, and immediately a sound of pain followed.
Looking down, he saw a tall beauty in a tight skirt knocked to the ground by him, currently rubbing her long and slender leg.
"I... I'm sorry... I was distracted..."
