It was the hour of the Pig, and night had thoroughly steeped all of Lingxi Peak.
Inside the sealed Grade-A Training Room, Yang Jing slowly withdrew his stance, bringing his arduous training to a halt.
The final surge of domineering fist force abruptly subsided. The torrents of True Qi racing through his body gathered back into his Dantian, and the violent waves of air swirling around him instantly fell still.
Hours of intense refinement of his moves, circulation of True Qi, and repeated cycles through his body had left him drenched in sweat. His fitted training clothes clung to his muscles, damp strands of hair hung down, and his chest rose and fell heavily with audible panting. Exhaustion and soreness filled the surface of his body.
Yet that fatigue reached only his flesh, sinews, and bones. Under the continued nourishment of the Six-Calamity Heaven Lotus's medicinal power, his comprehension and foundation on the Martial Path grew ever more solid and substantial, clear and unclouded. Every inch of his body had accumulated genuine progress.
Yang Jing stood quietly where he was and regulated his breathing for a while, allowing his unsettled breath to gradually steady. Only when his restless True Qi had fully calmed did he pick up the outer robe from the clothes stand beside him, drape it over his shoulders, and straighten its folds.
Once he was properly dressed, he pushed open the heavy stone door and stepped out of the Training Room.
Night had enveloped all of Lingxi Peak in darkness as thick as ink.
The surrounding mountains, woods, halls, and stone steps had all vanished into the gloom. Distant hills and nearby trees were reduced to dim, hazy outlines. The stars and moon were faint overhead, and the evening breeze rustled through the woods, making the entire