Yan Yang quietly focused on sensing the energy within his body.
He closed his eyes. This time, he had changed his mind again—perhaps closing his eyes would help him feel it better.
Yan Yang tried his best to feel it, hoping to grasp that elusive sensation. Was attribute energy supposed to feel like that?
But Yan Yang simply could not sense any energy within his body.
This stuff really was a little too abstract.
Yan Yang even felt as though he was not practicing Psychic Power at all, but cultivating immortality instead.
Come on, this was not some xianxia story.
Yan Yang forced himself to calm down and followed the concepts he had picked up from novels. Energy came from what one envisioned in their heart.
True power came from the convictions within. As long as one believed in it, one could unleash the power of their body.
Unfortunately, he did not seem to have that kind of imagination.
It looked like this would not be easy. He should train his Inner Focus first.
Master Hu had said that his Inner Focus was far stronger than that of ordinary people, but Yan Yang did not know how to use it.
Perhaps his brain simply had a larger capacity, but lacked the Inner Focus needed to fill it.
Yan Yang sat cross-legged and began to Meditate.
Although no one had taught him, this was probably how it was done.
Empty his thoughts and relax his body. That should count as Meditating, right?
Come to think of it, Entei's previous meditation probably had not counted as meditation.
After all, meditation was not easily interrupted, yet Entei had come to check on him just because he called out once. Maybe Entei had simply been thinking nearby.
As he thought, Yan Yang suddenly felt