Chapter 25: Fruit

“Fruit?” Li Xiangping looked up with confusion as he gazed at Li Qiuyang, who was seated cross-legged before him.

“Yes,” Li Qiuyang responded, his voice tinged with nervousness as he gripped the corner of his shirt tightly.

After several nights of cultivating, he had successfully condensed a strand of Embryonic Breathing’s spiritual qi, but he was worried. The speed of his progress did not seem to align with what the cultivation scripture suggested, making him...