The elderly man from the academy did not say anything but just stroked at his beard as he looked at the red clothed youth, measuring him, his wise gaze thoughtful, seemingly considering something in his mind.
Seated in a half lotus position, Feng Jiu led the maniacally surging aura inside her body towards the dantian below the navel. The aura was highly ferocious and intense, bloating her meridians almost to the point of erupting with its surge. The meridians under her skin throbbed and bulged, intermittently rising and falling as it surged.
Perspiration poured out from her, the colour of her face changing between white and red, the agonizing pain coming from within her body almost knocking her unconscious from being unable to hold it in. But she knew at that moment, that if she was unable to contain it, she might very well be finished.
