Chu Moran's power was beyond his expectations, and Qin Ze realized that he needed even greater power to protect himself and his family.

Qin Ze closed his eyes and sat quietly, examining his injuries internally, and began to activate the energy within his body to heal himself.

In the quiet, secluded room, he continuously regulated his breathing, guiding the flow of energy within his body to repair his injured areas.

As time passed, Qin Ze's body gradually recovered, and his injuries slowly healed.

In the dimly lit alley, Chu Muran curled up on the ground, her whole body trembling.

She felt a splitting headache, as if countless voices were echoing in her mind, making it unbearable.

Her body felt as if it were being torn apart; a powerful energy raged within her, almost unbearable for her.

In this agony, Chu Muran's clothes kept changing color, sometimes as black as night, sometimes as white as snow, like the ever-changing sky.

This change made her even more uneasy, as if an uncontrollable force was hidden within her body, constantly breaking free from its constraints.

Time passed in this torment, and Chu Muran had lost her sense of time, not knowing how long this state lasted.

However, just when she was about to collapse, suddenly, the indifferent Chu Muran disappeared, and in her place appeared a Chu Muran wearing a pure white dress.

A gentle smile bloomed on her face, and her eyes shone with tranquility and joy.

Her body stopped trembling, as if she had regained her composure.

She skipped and hopped away from the dimly lit alley, leaving behind her past pain and troubles.