Ning Fan looked at his trembling hands, unable to believe the truth before him, that now his cultivation of the Eight Zen Mantra yielded no effect whatsoever, he could not feel even a trace of True Qi.
Xu Ruolan stood beside the bed, staring in astonishment at Ning Fan, whose expression seemed somewhat off, suddenly at a loss for words.
"How is this possible..."
Ning Fan was still muttering these words, even though he had already severed his own meridians. Logically, this should have achieved the effect of the Wash Marrow Cleanse Tendons, and yet now he seemed more like a disabled person who had lost everything.
Attempting to re-cultivate the Eight Zen Mantra, following his previous enlightenment, he couldn't even start, let alone sense a bit of True Qi. His sealed Dantian and shattered meridians simply could not generate the slightest bit of True Qi.
He began to doubt whether what he had done was correct after all, but now it was too late for regrets.
"What's wrong with you?"