Chasing Wind, Pursuing Shadow

Night fell, and the sky was full of stars.

The night over Gaolin County settled into the small courtyard.

Lu Chen did not light a lamp.

Moonlight lay like water in the courtyard, spreading across the bluestone floor and casting several faint silver gleams.

He stood at one end of the courtyard, wearing only a thin fitted outfit. His breathing was long and steady, his blood and qi restrained beneath his Jade Skin. His entire body resembled a blade sheathed in silence.

By day, he practiced the Gold-Thread Jade Vestment Technique and the Thousand-Face Shadowless Technique.

By night, he practiced the Thirteen Steps of Chasing the Wind.

With a flicker of his body, he swept more than ten feet away.

His feet struck the ground in succession as he continuously turned and darted through the cramped courtyard.

Every step seemed to land upon a node in the wind.

When his foot fell, the wind rose.

When his foot lifted, the shadow scattered.

Under the moonlight, Lu Chen's figure gradually blurred.

The thirteen steps beneath his feet linked together in layers, growing faster and faster.

In the end, only a gray shadow remained, weaving through the courtyard.

[Thirteen Steps of Chasing the Wind: Perfect]

[Characteristic: Chasing Wind, Pursuing Shadow]

The light screen appeared before his eyes on its own.

The instant those two lines surfaced, Lu Chen felt his mind shake with a deafening boom.

Endless insights into movement techniques poured into the depths of his consciousness in an instant, like night wind rushing backward into a room, like rivers surging onward.

It was as though countless phantom figures appeared before his eyes.

Those phantoms were not other people, but countless versions of himself performing the Thirteen Steps of Chasing the Wind.

Lu Chen's mind sank completely into them.