From beginning to end, apart from saying a few words and blinking his eyelids a couple of times, Wang Xingkong was like an evergreen pine, sitting upright where he was, motionless as a boulder.
Suddenly, his body swayed, and he slowly began to stand up.
The moment he moved, it was like setting off firecrackers: all the joints in his body crackled like frying beans, crisp snapping sounds echoing without pause.
He had been sitting cross-legged for several hundred years; every function of his body was in a state of recovery. He felt he needed to move a little, only then would he feel a bit more comfortable.
Wang Xingkong's hands were still raised in midair, then he suddenly dropped them down. His body followed that violent motion and gave a fierce tremor!
Boom~
