The mountains were majestic, the green pines stood tall!
On a remote cliff on Thousand Buddha Mountain, Zhao Rui sat cross-legged.
Bathed in the morning glow and the mountain breeze, his body was as immovable as a peak!
Suddenly, the light and shadow around him flickered and turned illusory, as if an invisible current of air was swirling about him.
"Rise!"
With a soft cry from Zhao Rui, it was as if a cloud was lifting him from below. His entire body, still in a cross-legged position, actually levitated into the air.
Though the ascent was somewhat slow, he rose steadily and smoothly.
After rising a little over a meter or two, his body came to a sudden halt before slowly descending back onto the cliff.
"Haha!"
Zhao Rui let out a hearty laugh.
'To roam from the North Sea at dawn to Cangwu by dusk! With a hidden blade and a heart full of courage! This is the life we Martial Artists strive for.'
