The night was deep and the room was as quiet as a valley.

But Danxuan couldn't calm down his excitement at this time, and even his breathing became more and more urgent with the acceleration of his heartbeat.

"Nine stitches of Xuanhuang!" Danxuan still vaguely remembers the words that once appeared in his soul when he first practiced "the secret of heaven". Among them, nine needles are mentioned.

Danxuan muttered those words over slowly. The more I read Danxuan, the more surprised I was. These words seem to coincide with my experience in these two days. But Danxuan never understood the phrase "My way is not lonely, and the heavenly...