Kyrian left the main hall in silence. His footsteps echoed through the stone corridor. The meeting had been short and direct. He already knew what he needed to do.
In the courtyard, he pushed the door and entered. The environment was calm. The ancient trees swayed with the wind.
The training space between the courtyards still bore marks of past training sessions, where he had fought with Mo Tianhai and the others.
He stopped at the center. Took a deep breath. He didn't feel like refining herbs. Nor studying formations.
His mind was filled with too much information and too much practice. The constant evolution had tired his mind a little. He needed a break.
He entered the room without haste. He didn't open books. Didn't light the cauldron. Didn't organize jade plates.
He simply sat down. The silence lasted several minutes. Kyrian closed his eyes and regulated his breathing.
The two cores rotated slowly where his former dantians had been. Synchronized. Stable and powerful.
