By the time Zhou Yuanjue and Li Qingxuan returned to the Wuhai Villa, the sky had already grown dark.
After the two had dinner, Li Qingxuan had someone find some necessary props for Zhou Yuanjue, then watched helplessly as he shut himself in the training room again.
In the training room, Zhou Yuanjue sat cross-legged in the very center. Before him was a candlestick half a person's height, and on it rested a large, red candle.
His eyes focused on the candle's wick, and his entire aura gradually calmed with his intense gaze.
He began to try and concentrate, to condense his spirit, will, soul, and other such intangible things into a single mass.
