Halfway up Lingxi Peak, in a spacious Level C Training Room.
Yang Jing was focused on cultivating the *River-Crossing Step*.
The effects of the Bone Marrow Tempering Pill had yet to fully dissipate, still flowing slowly throughout his body.
His movements grew increasingly nimble. His feet gripped the bluestone floor as Inner Qi, guided by the principles of the Body Technique, flowed to the soles of his feet.
With a light tap of his toes, he glided several yards away like a wisp of smoke, landing without a sound, not even disturbing a single speck of dust.
Suddenly, with a sharp twist of his waist, his body abruptly changed direction. He shifted his position with the unpredictability of a wave crashing against the shore, the hem of his robes whipping up a faint gust of wind.
At times, his feet moved in an intricate pattern, executing a series of profound steps. His figure flickered around the stone room—now left, now right, now forward, now back.
