Within a spacious Level C Training Room in the training area, halfway up Lingxi Peak.
Yang Jing was concentrating on cultivating "Crossing the River Horizontally." A Bone Marrow Tempering Pill rested on the tip of his tongue, the Elixir slowly dissolving with his saliva. It transformed into streams of pure, warm energy that, guided by his Heart Method Mantra, flowed strand by strand throughout his limbs and torso.
His figure flickered erratically within the Training Room. One moment, he was like a swan taking flight, a light tap of his toes on the stone floor sending him gliding several yards away.
The next, he seemed to be treading on waves, his intricate footwork kicking up gusts of wind. His robes billowed, leaving a trail of afterimages in his wake.
The entire Training Room was filled with his agile, swift form. Only the subtle whisper of his circulating Inner Qi echoed in the tranquil stone chamber.
