In the southern district of the Imperial Capital, within a relatively low-slung, single-story house built of bluestone bricks and tiles, a young man dressed in a blue brocade long-robe, his face somewhat pale and handsome, was sitting cross-legged on a hard wooden bed with his eyes tightly shut.
His complexion was slightly pale, and he seemed to be nursing hidden injuries. As he cultivated to heal himself, his brow would occasionally furrow in a display of pain.
Wisps of Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi gathered around him, seemingly forming one spiritual vortex after another that coiled about his body.
Suddenly, the pale, handsome young man opened his mouth wide and spat out a mouthful of fresh blood. The dark bluish tint that had tinged his face began to quickly fade.
He opened his eyes, revealing a trace of exhaustion.
