[You have sold a Village-Level Mysterious Ghost Spirit—Hate, Hate, Hate, one jin and seven taels—and received seventeen years of Cultivation in return.]
In the instant she pushed away from the table, Song Ciwan successfully used the Heaven and Earth Scale to complete a trade.
The next moment, the mist shrouding Song Ciwan's Dantian shattered as if struck by a heavy hammer, and a crack opened in it at once.
Surging like a misty vapor, her True Qi burst free from its seal. It rushed back into her Dantian, then flowed through her limbs and throughout her body, falling under her control once more.
Although Song Ciwan had recovered her memories before this, her full reserves of True Qi and Cultivation had been invisibly and completely suppressed by the strange rules of this place.
She couldn't connect with her Dantian or mobilize her True Qi. Her body felt as empty as a mortal's, as if she had never practiced Cultivation at all.
