Fang Han slowly calmed himself. His breathing became steady.
His heartbeat gradually slowed.
"That's better. Now assume the horse stance," Lin Feng said and Fang Han followed.
He then began teaching him a mysterious meditative mantra.
"Listen carefully. Don't merely memorize the words. Understand the meaning behind them."
Fang Han listened with complete concentration.
Lin Feng's voice was calm and steady, carrying an inexplicable rhythm that made the surrounding spiritual energy gradually become quieter.
"Your body is the vessel."
"Your mind is the bridge."
"Your bloodline is the sleeping dragon."
"Do not force it to awaken."
"Call to it."
"Guide it."
"And when it answers…"
Lin Feng paused.
"…allow it to rise naturally."
Fang Han's breathing suddenly changed.
For the first time since the treatment began, he felt something deep inside his body.
It was faint.
So faint that he almost thought he had imagined it.
But it was definitely there.
Something ancient.
