Eight years old.
While Xu Ran was still asleep in his dreams, the hands of time, as if embodying some peculiar great power, quietly and silently marked his official entry into adolescence.
Savoring sweet dreams, he was unaware of any difference, as if everything resembled spring rain seeping silently into the earth.
At six in the morning, Xu Ran slowly awoke, feeling refreshed and energetic, his spirit soaring like a giant bamboo shoot thrusting up after rain.
Yet, at the moment he opened his eyes.
He was stunned—his body's earth-shattering transformation left him bewildered and astonished.
Suspended from the ceiling, Xu Ran immediately engaged in introspection, sensing his meridians and bones.
What kind of feeling was this?
The invisible shackles of the cosmos had already quietly shattered at that perfect moment in time. His bone strength began to take shape, and Qi Blood could traverse his meridians! He could muster Qi Blood to temper his physique! He could cultivate magic!
