Ji An's attention returned, and his heart uncontrollably thumped wildly.
For twenty years, he did not know the purpose of Dao Rhyme, as such a 'thing' had never been captured by the Stone Turtle.
He had speculated about its purpose, but it was as futile as looking at the moon in the water.
Now that Dao Rhyme had been captured, bold experiments could be conducted.
He slightly turned his face to look at Junior Martial Uncle Jia not far away, noticing that he was raising his head with closed eyes, seemingly sensing something.
Judging from the other's highly focused expression, Ji An dared not disturb him and moved carefully, subtly distancing himself further.
Placing a hand on his chest, Ji An concentrated on his breathing, slowly calming his thoughts, and tried his best to quiet his mind and spirit.
