Luo Han, still on his knees, nodded rapidly. "Y-yes, Ancestor. My cultivation has also improved. The qi density is — it's beyond anything I've experienced. We are grateful. Deeply grateful."
The other disciples murmured their agreement. Heads nodded. Voices rose in a chorus of praise and gratitude.
Tianlong listened. His expression didn't change. His gold-crimson eyes held neither approval nor disapproval. He looked at the spirit pond — at the condensed qi shimmering on its surface — and then at the disciples.
He snapped his fingers.
The sound was small. Almost inaudible. The effect was catastrophic.
