「More than a month later, early one morning.」
Fang Han stood in the center of the courtyard's Cultivation Field, the hem of his green robes rustling gently in the morning breeze.
He took a deep breath, the Heart Method Mantra for the "Wind-Chasing Moon Step" flowing slowly through his mind.
The next instant—
He moved.
SWOOSH!
The green-robed figure flickered in the Cultivation Field, so fast he left only a blurry afterimage in his place.
In a flash, he appeared at the base of the eastern wall.
His form had barely solidified before the tips of his toes tapped the ground again.
Like a willow catkin caught in a strong gust, his entire body veered silently toward the north.
His turn was completely fluid, the sound of his sleeves cutting through the air nearly inaudible.
SWOOSH! SWOOSH! SWOOSH!
The green shadow flickered rapidly around the courtyard.
