The next day, warm sunlight streamed through the window, falling on Shen Haoran's face. His tightly shut eyes slowly opened, and two tangible streams of purple-black flame flared out before dissipating. A formidable aura flashed from his body and vanished in an instant. He looked utterly invigorated.
"Huu..." Shen Haoran exhaled a breath of stale air. He slowly stood up and stretched, a series of crisp cracks echoing from his bones. A night of Cultivation hadn't left him with the slightest trace of fatigue; in fact, he seemed even more energized.
