Upon beholding the potent qi, Bidegla acted without the slightest hesitation. He even skipped dinner, instead choosing to sit cross-legged on his own bed, absorbing this formidable force.

The next day, when Bidegla awoke, he felt an unprecedented sense of well-being, surpassing even the comfort of a peaceful night's sleep. Furthermore, he noticed that the pain in his back seemed to have diminished. Upon rolling up the sleeve of his left arm, an expression of astonishment overcame him. His wound had miraculously healed overnight, leaving no trace of injury on his skin.

"Remarkable..." Bidegla was dumbfounded by this sight, but soon became overwhelmed with excitement.

"Ha-ha, I never thought I, Bidegla , would possess the power of immortality," he chuckled. But quickly, he quieted down, as he was not alone and did not wish to be deemed mad by Jennie Laura.

As he got up from the bed, the ground trembled slightly, sensing the presence of qi. Bidegla 's weight and physique had evidently undergone some changes, becoming more robust, and even his stature had grown slightly taller.

This transformation filled Bidegla with boundless surprise. After reaching adulthood, it was almost impossible to change one's height. His stature of 1.7 meters was nothing out of the ordinary, but the dream of growing taller had persisted. Due to his already matured skeletal structure, the possibility of further growth was slim. However, after cultivating qi, he was amazed to find that he could indeed grow taller.

This discovery dispelled any lingering doubts Bidegla had about the existence of qi. Not only could he absorb qi, but he could also perceive its tangible presence, leaving no room for skepticism.

At that moment, he recalled the words of the elder from the previous day. He promptly flipped to the last page of the ancient book, dialed the number listed, and the call was answered after two rings.

"Who is this?" came a calm voice from the other end of the line, likely the same elder.

"Sir, I am the young man you rescued yesterday. I wish to inquire about some aspects of cultivating qi," Bidegla spoke respectfully.

There was a pause on the other end of the line before the voice continued, "If you have not sensed the presence of qi, there is no need to disturb me any further."

"Just a moment," Bidegla called out as he saw the other person about to hang up.

"What else do you need?"

"I have already sensed the presence of qi and realized that you must be a significant figure. I wish to meet with you," Bidegla replied truthfully.

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"What?" Upon hearing Bidegla's words, an incredulous tone was evident from the other end. Bidegla could even sense that the elder had stood up.

"Say that again," a slightly urgent voice came from the other end of the phone, indicating the elder's excitement.

"I said that I have already sensed the presence of qi, and with the aid of qi, I have completely healed my injuries," Bidegla spoke.

"At 9 a.m., at the Sun Tower, I will be waiting for you on the top floor. Just mention the name Stuart Buzer," the voice said before hanging up.

Looking at the time, Bidegla's eyes widened, as the clock already pointed to half past eight, leaving him with only half an hour.

The Sun Tower, Bidegla knew, was the landmark building of Zhuhai City, with over fifty floors. Although he had never been there, he knew its location.

Hastily preparing himself, Bidegla was about to head to the Sun Tower. However, just as he was about to leave, he caught sight of the cold meal on the kitchen table, along with a note.

Picking up the note, Bidegla's face immediately revealed a grateful expression.

"I have something to attend to. Please go ahead and eat the meal. Don't go hungry," signed Jennie Laura.

"Oh no, I'm going to be late," sighed Bidegla as he checked the time and realized he had less than twenty minutes left.

Hurrying out of the villa area, Bidegla flagged down a taxi and said, "To the New Sunshine Tower, please hurry, I'm in a rush."

"Sure," replied the middle-aged driver, swiftly starting the car and speeding away like a released arrow.

As the scenery flew by, Bidegla anxiously checked his watch, his eyes widening in alarm.

In this congested city, the driver unexpectedly accelerated the car to a hundred and fifty miles per hour, and continued to increase the speed.

At that moment, Bidegla felt like crying - he had only mentioned being in a rush and had no intention of dying.

"Can you slow down a bit, brother? Aren't you afraid of being caught by the traffic police?" Bidegla said with a worried expression.

"Don't worry, the traffic police are no match for me," the driver retorted with a sneer, then accelerated the car again.

Bidegla could never have imagined that this seemingly mature and responsible driver was once a true member of the racing community, with the blood of madness running through his veins.

Despite the rough ride, the driver managed to get Bidegla to the New Sunshine Tower in less than five minutes, a journey that should have taken twenty.

"Here we are, no need to look for change." Fighting back the urge to vomit, Bidegla tossed a hundred yuan and climbed out of the car.

"Brother, next time you need a ride, come find me," the driver said as he sped off like a released arrow once again.

Watching this madman drive, Bidegla couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat, thankful that nothing had happened.

Sirens blaring, over a dozen police cars whizzed past, heading in the direction the middle-aged man had just left.

With a silent prayer for good luck, Bidegla straightened his clothes and slowly made his way into the New Sunshine Tower.

"Stop, who are you looking for?" Suddenly, two men in black stopped Bidegla, their faces cold and impassive.

"Oh, I'm looking for Stuart Buzer," Bidegla responded calmly, without any rudeness.

"What?" The two men seemed to doubt their own ears - could anyone simply call out Stuart Buzer's name like that?

"I said I'm here to see Stuart Buzer, do you have a problem with that?" Bidegla asked, puzzled by their reaction.

"Bloody..." The two men were on the verge of losing their temper at Bidegla's casual use of Stuart Buzer's name.

But just then, a loud voice rang out, "Brother Gla, I never expected you to arrive so quickly."

A middle-aged man walked out of the lobby, and everyone around cast respectful glances at him, clearly filled with fear.