The Seven-Colored Little Stone was crystal clear, its beauty almost dreamlike, radiating an intoxicating brilliance. It was as if it were a peerless treasure, making Ye Fan's palm appear transparent.
He absorbed the vigorous Life Qi; his pores relaxed, and his Qi was revitalized. He was now able to stand up, no longer as immobile as he had been moments before.
This was the most primal Life Qi, pure and spotless, without a trace of impurity. The moment it entered Ye Fan's body, it became part of his life, having an extraordinary effect on him, whose vitality was nearly exhausted.
What exactly was the origin of the pitiful little girl? This little stone sparked endless conjectures. The pitiful little girl surely held astonishing secrets.
Originally, Ye Fan's Life Fire was like a candlelight in the wind, about to extinguish at any moment. Now, nourished, he had temporarily escaped the threat of death.
