Fu Hua hurried after him, her stern-teacher demeanor gone without a trace. Zhao Bai remained where he was, carefully sensing the subtle difference between his current mood and how he had felt just now. Listening to the waves rolling across the lake, he seemed to have indeed grasped that faint, elusive feeling.
However, Zhao Bai was not particularly gifted.
For something objectively real, like swinging a blade twenty-seven times in one second, he could achieve it through repeated practice. But something intangible, like having a mind as clear as a mirror or a blade as still as water, was truly difficult to connect together.
Unless...
If he emptied his mind and thought of nothing, wouldn't that make his heart as still as water?
Zhao Bai tried hard to empty his mind. Closing his eyes, he imagined himself looking at a blank sheet of paper. His breathing became even and deep, slower and slower...
When Fu Hua returned carrying the Xuanyuan Sword, she could not help shaking her head at the sight of Zhao Bai's expression.
He had actually fallen asleep?
He probably was tired. Fu Hua did not wake him, instead silently waiting for Zhao Bai to awaken.
Sky City, prison.
Raven was rubbing the iron bars with a toothbrush. She did not dare escape at all; she just felt uncomfortable whenever she was not cutting something. Grinding the bars was purely out of boredom.
So boring.
The communicator pressed against her ear had remained silent for a long time. Raven's heart was fragile and sensitive, and the longer the silence lasted, the more prone she was to letting her thoughts run wild.
Raven was currently letting her thoughts run wild.
Gray Serpent hasn't forgotten about me, has he?
"Forgotten" was not quite accurate. It should have been a