The heat inside the pocket dimension had become heavy and oppressive, vibrating to the rhythm of distant eruptions. Inside the black silk tent, protected by a translucent Qi dome, the air was still saturated with the intoxicating scent of peach blossoms and the smell of sweat, remnants of the intense Dual Cultivation session that had just ended.
Xuan BaiShe was sitting on the edge of the camp bed, his jade-like skin glistening with a thin layer of moisture. His long silver hair with ebony tips fell messily over his muscular shoulders. He adjusted his sage monocle with methodical slowness, observing the structure of his Dantian which now pulsed with newfound stability at the first stage of Overlord.
