The night descended, and the stars sparkled brilliantly.
The entire Ling Family was brightly illuminated, with everyone preparing for tomorrow's merchant escort mission.
Luo Cheng declined the Ling Family Head's invitation to the evening banquet and returned early to his guest room.
He planned to fully refine the Martial Soul he had absorbed during the day.
Sitting cross-legged on the bed, Luo Cheng focused his mind deep into his Dantian and began channeling the True Dragon Technique.
Time flowed by slowly.
Suddenly.
A faint yet discernible dragon roar echoed within Luo Cheng's body.
The two female disciples of the Luoxia Sect, who were meditating in the adjacent room, were startled out of their cultivation and looked puzzled.
For just a moment, they had vaguely felt an inexplicable spiritual pressure that chilled their minds and hearts. But upon closer inspection, there was nothing; it seemed to be an illusion.
Inside the room.
