An Xiaotong was a little surprised. For some reason, whenever Bai Ye mentioned the words "wasting time," she always felt a hint of gritted-teeth resentment in his tone.
Thinking back on all her past interactions with Bai Ye, she suddenly realized that he seemed to have always harbored a deep obsession with time, as if anyone wasting his time was no different from taking his life.
After thinking for a moment, she said, "Talented people can do it in a day, or even less. If you don't want to waste time, find the feeling as soon as possible."
As though provoked, Bai Ye's expression sharpened and he closed his eyes.
With each breath, the scent of Snow in Spring Letter from An Xiaotong entered his nose. Though his body was still unsettled after intense exertion, his heart rapidly calmed.
Boom!
The flame in his dantian was abruptly ignited!
An Xiaotong's mouth fell slightly open. So fast?! Ignited in an instant??
She stared blankly at Bai Ye as he entered meditation. Suddenly, she felt that he was not entirely without merits. Though he loved swearing, looked down on everyone, and was exceptionally shameless, he definitely valued time more than most people.
An Xiaotong also hated wasting time. She had always believed that people should use their limited time to do more meaningful things, so they would not die with regrets.
"Now guide that flame to spread along your sinews and bones..."
Under An Xiaotong's guidance, the flame inside Bai Ye first spread along his sinews and bones as a faint scorching heat. Then, all at once, it exploded—like a spring flood breaking through an icebound river, rumbling dully through his meridians.
Every pulse made his temples throb.
Scalding force washed through his limbs and bones. It felt as though countless little