After finishing a disjointed routine, the old man stopped his movements. The enduring will that had swirled around him slowly subsided.
HUUUH!!
The old man slowly let out a breath, as if that slow routine had taken a serious toll on his stamina.
"My apologies. When you get to my age, you have to keep moving, or your mind starts to go."
His face, marked with distinct age spots, wore a serene smile as he spoke to them.
"That feeling just now... was it Holy and Bright?"
Zhou Yuanjue asked bluntly.
"That's right. Why? You look surprised. Who says Holy and Bright is exclusive to Martial Artists?"
"Holy and Bright is a state of mind, a realm. Anyone with a firm will, a powerful spirit, who holds fast to their ideals and transcends life and death, has the potential to reach this realm. It's just that the state of Holy and Bright manifests differently for everyone."
