A gentle breeze suddenly arose in the forest, rustling through the treetops, causing the leaves to rustle.
This wind could sway the grass and trees but couldn't disperse the sudden, dense aura surrounding Fang Cheng.
In the dim morning light, he stood like a pine tree, eyes slightly closed, then slowly opened.
The originally gentle and peaceful aura suddenly changed, like an ancient sword hidden for years, slowly unsheathing in the morning mist, its sharpness fully revealed.
Fang Cheng no longer deliberately suppressed the restless True Qi in his dantian but instead relaxed his mind, letting it surge through the meridians.
In an instant, a vast and powerful current, like a river breaking its banks, coursed through his spine, then branched out to his limbs.
Then, Fang Cheng lifted his hand, moved his knee, and stepped, beginning to practice once again from stance to moving and attacking.
Wild Horse Splitting, White Crane Showing Wings, Pushing the Knee and Twisting the Step...
