"Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle!"
Ice-cold energy coursed through Mo Wangchen's fingers.
It continued to invade, but fortunately, he was prepared.
His perception was fully released, transforming into flames of divine fire.
The flames danced between his meridians, resisting the invading ice-cold energy.
As time passed, the room alternated between the temperatures of fire and ice.
Eventually, it reached a certain saturation.
This time, Mo Wangchen's speed in channeling the ice-cold energy had also slowed considerably.
No longer recklessly channeling as he had yesterday.
His speed was neither slow nor fast; the ice-cold energy refined by divine fire transformed into his own perception, precisely offsetting the consumption needed for channeling.
Consumption and restoration reached a balance point, so Mo Wangchen, unlike yesterday, did not exhaust his perception halfway through channeling.
Time passed, and Fang Shuchou and Fang Han did not leave the room.
