Wang Xuan respectfully lit three incense sticks, bowed three times, and placed them in the incense burner. Offering incense to pay respects is a Chinese tradition, a way to remember ancestors, passed down to this day.
Hall Master Chen was a very good person, or at least that's how he was perceived. The life-saving grace had yet to be repaid, and such a good person has passed away, truly the Heavenly Dao is unpredictable.
Gazing at the Celestial Treasure Armor propped up beside him, Wang Xuan scrutinized it, especially the core large fragment, which seemed no different from the other fragments.
Each time he absorbed Source Power, he could only see the value of Source Points increase on the accelerator, but could not perceive any significant change. If there was, it might just be psychological, making him feel the Source Power rushing towards him.
Perhaps it was just that this level of energy was beyond his understanding, and he couldn't sense it.
