The Golden Crow Illusion let out a clear, joyous cry. It spread its wings, and a rain of dark golden flames scattered down, merging into the flow of the vast marsh.
The flames no longer just hovered over the marsh's surface. Instead, they followed the undercurrents deep into its heart, igniting clusters of undying embers within the Heavy Water.
"Weight" and "vitality," "stillness" and "motion"—at this moment, they achieved a delicate balance.
Xu Wuyi opened his eyes and let out a long breath.
The breath condensed into a white arrow that shot out three meters without dispersing. It slowly spiraled in the air before finally vanishing.
"You've made progress." A rare smile touched Fang Fu's lips. "Your comprehension is truly excellent."
"It's all thanks to Instructor Fang's guidance," Xu Wuyi said sincerely.
Fang Fu shook her head. "You'd already put in the work. I just gave you a little push."
