One year later.
Shamen Island.
"Hoo!"
Chen Jichuan completed his cultivation, let out a long breath, and opened his eyes.
A year had passed, and Chen Jichuan's appearance hadn't changed, but a strand of white hair now hung down from his forehead, adding a sense of weariness.
"Evil techniques are, after all, evil techniques."
Chen Jichuan sighed lightly.
He gently stroked the strand of white hair, his thoughts drifting back to the battle against Zhang Zhihe a year ago.
On that day, although he successfully cursed Zhang Zhihe to death, he himself suffered heavy losses to his Primordial Qi. Flying across Three Realms Pass on an eagle to reach Shamen Island, it had now been a year, and despite intermittent recovery efforts spanning half a year, he had yet to fully heal.
Not just that.
But in one night, a strand of his hair had turned white.
