WHOOSH WHOOSH WHOOSH—
As Fang Han's mind completely immersed itself in comprehending the Step Technique, the Inner Qi in his body flowed naturally, and his steps gradually became fluid and effortless.
His figure flickered erratically across the courtyard's open space. At times, he was like a willow catkin drifting on the wind, gentle and silent.
At others, he was like a flash of lightning, as swift as thunder.
The footwork was unpredictable, seeming to align with some rhythm of the world itself, blending perfectly with the surrounding airflow.
His understanding of "Transforming Solid into Void, Melting into the Wind" deepened at an unprecedented rate.
Before he knew it, the sun had set and the moon had risen over the willow trees.
Suddenly, Fang Han's figure paused, then violently accelerated!
BUZZ—
A faint hum, as if it had merged with the wind, emanated from within his body.
