C192 West Wind Tower

In the tranquility of a secluded valley, a young man in black sat cross-legged, silently immersed in his cultivation.

"That last palm strike was lethal. Had my physique not been so robust, I'm sure I would have been ripped to shreds..." Chen Fann reflected inwardly.

Taotie, observing Chen Fann's quiet healing, chose not to disturb him.

With his ascension to the True God Stage