The candlelight flickered softly, casting dancing shadows on the walls.
Liang Qu sat cross-legged, immersed in meditation, as countless glowing patterns intertwined within the depths of the Marsh Cauldron residing in his consciousness.
[Absorbed a wisp of Dragon Seed Essence, attained one strand of Winged Dragon Mark]
His back ached as if seared by a branding iron, like something was tearing at his skin.
The pain persisted for a good fifteen minutes.
As the sensation faded away, Liang Qu tore his clothes to examine his back.
He found nothing unusual—no mark or growth.
Stepping outside the quiet chamber, the house was empty.
The main residence had been completed just yesterday, and aside from a bed, it was devoid of furniture, let alone a mirror.
Liang Qu turned and rushed into the courtyard, using his control over water to spread a thin layer of clear water in a vat, then positioned a candle nearby.
Under the dim candlelight, he barely made out his reflection upon the water's surface.