"It seems now that burning charcoal is completely useless; it can only be countered with cold. Master, don't worry, with this Ice Marrow, returning from Unity of Heaven and Man and Heaven-reaching and Earth-standing cultivation is just a matter of time."
The monk frowned tightly, looking at the charcoal. Previously unnoticed, it indeed didn't extinguish when acted upon by Ice Marrow, without a trace of smoke, but at an earlier time.
He said no more, offered a word of comfort, mentioned he would find a way to help stabilize the realm, and hurriedly left.
The room quieted down.
"Sukhbaru" waited for a long time, closed the lid of the Ice Marrow, and waited again.
The temperature inside gradually warmed, and white mist began to flow again between the mouth and nose, while the blood threads in the whites of the eyes completely retreated.
Inner Vision on oneself.
