Xiao Yi nodded thoughtfully, her autumn-water eyes flickering.
She walked to a spot three meters from Chen Xiaojun, slowly sat cross-legged, gently raised both hands, her Orchid Finger slightly lifted, and rested them on her legs as she began circulating her breathing technique.
The Mist Breathing Technique flowed rapidly through her body, like a murmuring stream—neither hurried nor slow, yet containing endless power.
Xiao Yi's breathing gradually became deep and regular, and every inhale and exhale nourished the blood and qi within her, making them grow ever more abundant.
As time passed, Xiao Yi's complexion gradually turned rosy, and her aura became steadier.
Under the guidance of the Mist Breathing Technique, the blood and qi inside her surged like a rushing river, roaring and swelling as they constantly battered against the limits of her body.
At last, in one subtle instant, the blood and qi within Xiao Yi reached an entirely new height.
Empowered by a mysterious force, they began to reveal pale blue markings on Xiao Yi's face.
These pale blue markings were delicate and soft, like thin mist in the morning light, and also like clouds at the edge of the sky just before they faded away. They were neither obvious nor easy to grasp, yet they gave off an indescribable charm.
Chen Xiaojun was struck speechless. His own path to breakthrough had been full of hardship and danger, each step requiring every ounce of strength, yet Xiao Yi's breakthrough seemed as effortless as reaching out and taking something.
The appearance of those markings was far too simple for her—simple as drinking water.
Comparing people really could drive a person mad!
But what could be done about it?
Xiao Yi had long since stepped into the realm of "constant state," and this breakthrough, for her, was merely going