C247 Preparing to Move!

Inside the meditation chamber, Monk Fayuan's face contorted in agony. His hands, transformed into claws, frantically tore at his own flesh. Chunks of flesh and rivulets of black blood were ripped from his body, yet the unbearable itching and pain persisted unabated. His soul seemed to convulse under the assault of countless sinister insects gnawing voraciously at his physical and spiritual being