After a brief moment of contemplation, Su Shi'er did not hurry to leave.
Instead, he sat cross-legged before the palm-imprint stone wall.
True Yuan surged around him as he silently repaired his divine soul within the sea of consciousness while comprehending the circulation method of the Miro Heaven Hand in his mind.
This sitting lasted for more than a hundred days and nights.
A full half year later.
Su Shi'er's body swayed slightly as he suddenly rose from the ground.
He raised a hand and lightly swept it through the air before him.
True Yuan emanated from his palm. An invisible force swept forth, stirring the surrounding airflow into a visible whirlwind.
The whirlwind howled through the hall, sweeping up dust from the floor.
Yet after only a few breaths, it abruptly dispersed.
Su Shi'er furrowed his brows, his face thoughtful.
"Not right! The Cloud-Sweeping form focuses on borrowing momentum and guiding momentum, not forcibly driving one's own power."
"Though I seemed to have stirred the surrounding airflow just now, I was actually still using my own True Yuan to forcibly churn the power around me."
As he muttered softly, the image of the towering figure in the sea of clouds lightly sweeping a hand once more surfaced in Su Shi'er's mind.
At his side, Hu Meier watched quietly.
Only after Su Shi'er made several more attempts in succession did she suddenly speak.
"Brother Su, since this move emphasizes borrowing and guiding momentum, I fear merely relying on changes in the surrounding airflow will make it difficult to truly grasp it."
"How about... I make a move and help Brother Su test it?"
Su Shi'er's thoughts stirred, and he nodded lightly.
"Very well! But Miss Hu, your injuries have not yet healed. There is no need to use too much