Following this, Jiang Yan sat cross-legged on the stone chair, concentrating his mind, carefully sensing the subtle changes within his body.,Almost instinctively, his gaze converged on his palm, that mark of the furnace.,In the courtyard, a cold wind blew, restoring everything to silence. Only Jiang Yan remained alone, stiff and lifeless as a corpse. Unlike previous times when he had feigned unconsciousness for the sake of the drama, this time he was truly "passed out"...。