C271 Managing Mountain Peaks

For half a month, Qin Tian remained in the same position and didn't move at all. He didn't even make any hand seals, if one didn't know, they would think that it was a corpse.

But Qin Tian's body was constantly changing and growing.

The dense wood spirit zhenqi in the Purple Bamboo Forest was constantly being absorbed, transformed, and fused with his sacred art