Yang Xiao's Flying Leopard Divine Skill had already been cultivated to the Seventh Rank.
On this day, Yang Xiao was sitting in a medicine bath, enduring the Body Refining Torture. Deep within him, a cool sensation once again flowed through his body, resisting the searing pain of the potion.
Suddenly, Wu Dai's voice rang in Yang Xiao's mind.
"Kid, what's inside your body?"
"Nothing's in there."
"No way, there must be something. The medicinal effects of this concoction are fierce, penetrating the skin, sinking into the bones; the spicy, searing pain is unbearable.
For you, resisting such strong medicinal effects should be difficult. Without that cool sensation inside you alleviating the pain from soaking, you wouldn't be able to endure it."
Yang Xiao was equally puzzled about this inexplicable cool sensation in his body, yet he dared not discuss it with anyone from the Cultivation Hall, not even the Eldest Prince Wanyan He. He could only keep it as a secret within his heart.
