It was not merely that his body moved as he wished. Several times, when the wine flask was about to fall, Zhao Bai reached out as if by instinct. Even when the flask was behind him, out of sight, he caught it. This was no longer intent and action occurring together, but action preceding intent. By the time he thought of making a move, the move had already ended.
Long ago, Fu Hua had been a great martial artist who had reached the state of concealing intent at its peak.
Even with her eyes closed and her hands bound, no one could harm her in the slightest.
Zhao Bai was already capable of learning the Taixu Sword Intent.
Fu Hua mentally simulated Zhao Bai's likely progress.
He would grasp the basics in one night, then advance by leaps and bounds.
Probably something like that.
Just as Fu Hua was considering how to drag out the lessons so Zhao Bai would mix drinks for her for a few more days, a thunderous noise suddenly came from outside.
The wine in the flask rippled.
A blonde woman dressed in a military uniform and cape slowly walked in. The air-raid siren sounded, and the students began evacuating in an orderly fashion. Yet Zhao Bai's movements seemed to freeze in an instant as he stood there blankly.
Fu Hua looked at him and suddenly held her breath.
When the heart's lake merged into one, it was Still Water. When the heart's lake froze, it was Dustless. When the heart's ice became transparent, it was Bright Mirror. When the heart's qi became formless, it was Taixu.
The moment the blonde woman stepped inside, Zhao Bai's state of mind crossed the three great realms of Still Water, Dustless, and Bright Mirror, arriving within the formless, immaterial