Just as Shen Yanliu led a large group of people into Stone Monkey Lane, surrounding Wei Yutian's mysterious residence, a tattered beggar huddled in an inconspicuous shadow at the entrance of the alley not far away. His hair was matted, his face covered in greasy grime, and he seemed frightened, shrinking his neck and shuffling his way to the other end of the alley...
In the secret chamber mandala in the backyard, Duan Rong waved his sleeve, and a faint puff of medicinal powder spread across Xiao Yu's face. Then Duan Rong controlled his inner breath, the slender breath barely emerging from his fingertips, and skillfully pointed at several of Xiao Yu's acupressure points.
This was a new height for Duan Rong's control over his inner breath after achieving the Micro Realm. He could now use his inner breath from his fingertips instead of a silver needle to perform acupuncture.
The acupuncture skill combined with the refreshing medicinal powder woke Xiao Yu almost instantly.
