People streamed along the street.
Ying Kuang stared at Shi Wen's retreating back.
His face was filled with astonishment.
To observe him, he even walked a few extra steps, his gaze especially fierce.
"Strange. Why are that kid's breathing rate and rhythm so similar to the breathing method I practice?"
"No, no... It almost seems even more perfect than mine. Can he maintain the breathing method's state at all times?"
"How is that possible?!"
"I only gave him the breathing method yesterday afternoon. How could he have learned it in a single night?"
"Could I have seen wrong? With my aptitude, it still took me several months of painstaking study to master it. To enter the breathing method's state, I need to burn incense, calm my mind, and adjust my condition before I can begin, using it to temper myself."
"But why does this boy's breathing as he walks look so much like he's in the breathing method's state?"
"How could it be possible to remain in that state at all times?!"
A fierce killing intent flashed in Ying Kuang's eyes.
The teachings of their lineage absolutely could not spread beyond it. If the people in the society found out, they would surely come down and demand an explanation.
When that happened,
the elder would be in trouble, and so would they. They might even face death!
"No! The breathing method absolutely cannot spread outside. Even if I kill the wrong person, I can't let him go."
Ying Kuang stared hard at Shi Wen's retreating back.
He called over a Daoist a little younger than himself and instructed him, "Ying Sheng, keep an eye on things here. I have something to take care of."
"Ying Kuang, are you heading out?"
Ying Sheng was a youthful-looking Daoist. He held a bag