A few hours later...
The sky outside had begun to dim, casting long shadows across the stone courtyard of Xiao Fang's residence. Within, the chamber remained bathed in a tranquil soul light, Xiao Fang now seated in silent meditation, having long since mastered the [ Soul Heal ] technique. His breathing was steady, his aura calm—but alive with newfound vitality.
Luo Biya sat nearby, quietly sipping a warm cup of tea, her gaze fixed on Xiao Fang with an unreadable expression. She could see it clearly now—he was no longer merely healing his soul, he was strengthening it. Fortifying it. Pushing it beyond its previous limits.
"It seems he's already taking the first steps toward the [ Soul Suppression ] technique… This boy is incredible."
