Sometimes, when he became engrossed, he would pick up a branch and mimic Xu Ping's moves. His serious demeanor often amused passersby, drawing a smile.
Xu Ping observed all of this yet offered little guidance, only occasionally giving a light reminder when Wang Hu's moves became particularly awkward.
On this day, the weather was clear, and the sun was shining brightly.
In the secret chamber behind the shop, it was silent, as if isolated from the outside world.
Sitting cross-legged on the stone bed, Xu Ping had his eyes closed, breathing long and even.
Within three feet of him, a faint ripple was visible, stirring the air like a gentle breeze over a serene lake.
As time passed, this ripple became increasingly distinct and powerful!
Xu Ping had devoted years to cultivating on this long path of the Heart Refining Skill.
And today, he would take the final, most critical step—reaching the Perfection of the Heart Refining Skill.
