Outside, the man still looked bored and idle, but once he entered the room, he immediately became spirited. His eyes widened, and his expression was tense. With a very sincere smile, he bowed silently, not daring to raise his head.
There was a stone platform in the room.
At this moment, he was still three zhang long and three zhang wide. He was square and had many patterns carved on it.
Beside the stone platform, a white-robed man with fluttering black hair was sitting cross-legged. A faint blood-red mist slowly rose from his body.
The blood-red mist was right beside him. After circling around the lotus flower that had been painted with flames above his head, it slowly fell down and was absorbed into his body.
The cycle repeated like breathing. It was very rhythmic.
The man didn't answer immediately when he heard the announcement from outside. He just kept breathing in and out.