Chen Jiu isn't that old, just a bit over fifty.
With his talent, he has hope of becoming a Grandmaster in the future.
Nighttime.
Lu Chenzhou lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.
By the time night was deep, he had finally managed to drift off, only to be awakened again by bodily pain, as if billions of flesh buds were sprouting inside him, bone spurs drilling out.
Mysterious power in faint black streams kept welling up from his acupoints, strengthening his skull, hardening his scalp, flowing through Lu Chenzhou's meridians and bones, forming a thin black film over his legs, its sleek luster shifting, solidifying into armor. Not only that, but his soles, palms, joints, neck, and hips... even more black light kept taking shape.
Lu Chenzhou looked at this scene, joy shining on his face.
"I thought it would be a few more days. Never expected to transform today."
Unable to sleep, he simply got up to practice Pile Skill, waiting for the change to finish.
At dawn.
