Su Que watched the elder's breathing technique and suddenly widened his eyes.
Because as the elder inhaled and exhaled, a faint moon-white gas seemed to drift down from above his head.
Then it formed four vortices in front of the elder's nostrils, on his hands, on his tongue with opened mouth, and on the wound on his chest, slowly rotating and looking quite eerie.
And the wound on the elder's chest was visibly healing at a slow pace.
'What is this cultivation technique?'
'Is he absorbing the Essence of the Moon?'
Su Que's interest greatly increased.
This was the first time he saw martial arts in this world that could cultivate through the moon.
If he could acquire this martial art, he might be able to integrate it with other martial arts, thereby practicing on moonlit nights with half the effort and double the result.
He wanted to go directly to ask the elder.
