'Something's not right.'
Xu Wuyi frowned slightly and stopped his movements.
He realized what the problem was.
He was just mechanically mimicking the combination of "Intention" and "form," without truly understanding how to transmit his own True Intention through the move.
His intention was one thing, the action another; the two remained separate.
He didn't grow impatient. Instead, he closed his eyes again, carefully savoring the sensation of guiding the spear with his Intention, of his Intention permeating the spear's tip.
At the same time, he recalled the moment he had captured that first sliver of the "Mountain" True Intention while practicing the Basic Body Refining Technique.
That state of having a foundation solid as a rock, his thoughts heavy and condensed.
After a long while, he opened his eyes again, his gaze now calm and focused.
