Night passed in the blink of an eye with Yi Xin sitting in a meditative pose the entire time.
When morning arrived, everyone prepared to leave, packing their belongings to continue their journey.
The monk and the taoist looked at Ye Xin, who hadn't moved from his spot even once, and were thoroughly impressed.
"Amitabha, no wonder he is so powerful at such a young age. To sit and cultivate the dharma for so long shows his willpower," the monk praised.
"Hmph, monk, stop your endless bootlicking," the taoist sneered. "Do you know how many Martial Artists go through far more than him? Yet, have you ever seen someone as strong as he is and at his age too?"
"I know." The monk accepted shamelessly. "Still, I am impressed by his determination. It isn't by relying on talent alone that he achieved such things."
