The bamboo grove was verdant, and the Spiritual Spring surged; it was peaceful and quiet.
The stone platform stood tall, facing the sun, gathering the sun's essence. Ye Fan stood upon it, observing the Stone Man under the sunlight with great focus. He slowly rotated the strange stone, earnest and meticulous.
Suddenly, his expression changed. As the sunlight shone upon the Stone Man's right eye, he seemed to catch a glimpse of a flicker of the sun's essence that vanished in an instant. Is this... an illusion? He could not be certain, suspecting his eyes had been dazzled from staring at the sun for too long.
Ye Fan remained motionless, holding the nine-aperture Stone Man towards the sun, concentrating intensely and observing carefully.
By this point, everyone knew that this refined-looking youth was a master of Source Technique, employing methods that were both sophisticated and unheard of.
