Wang Xuan fell into samadhi again. He not only visualized the female alchemist with blood on her face as a fairy, but also visualized the dazzling thunder as ethereal fairy music. In addition, he added some scenery, accompanied by some poems and songs.

Then he went back to sleep again, hoping to last till dawn this time.

The female alchemist came faster than he expected. He almost fell asleep when she appeared, her white clothes fluttering, her feet not touching the ground, just hanging in front of him. She didn't dare to get too close this time. Palms began to glow.