After he finished going over everything his elder brother needed to know before his departure,
Fang Ding left the Martial Training Courtyard and returned to the new residence in the Inner City.
Sitting on a stone stool in the courtyard, Fang Han watched his elder brother disappear beyond the gate, then closed his eyes and began regulating his breathing.
Internal force flowed slowly through his meridians. Nine strands of Heaven-and-Earth Force connected through the Heaven-and-Earth Bridge, forming a complete cycle.
Heart fire...
Liver wood...
Spleen earth...
Lung metal...
Kidney water...
The Heaven-and-Earth Force within his five organs each settled into its proper place.
Fang Han sank his awareness into his dantian, sensing the circulation paths of his Grade Entry power and smoothing out, bit by bit, the minute snags that had accumulated over half a month of cultivation.
After reaching Grade Entry,
the speed and efficiency of his internal force circulation far surpassed the three forces running in parallel at the Transformed Force stage!
Every cycle was like a great river surging through his meridians, carrying a deep, enduring sense of power.
Only when evening came did Fang Han abruptly open his eyes.
Dusk swept in from the west, shrouding the little courtyard in a dim haze.
Seeing that it was about time, Fang Han rose and picked up his saber, tucked away a few miscellaneous belongings close to his body, then flashed out of the Martial Training Courtyard.
By the time he left the city, the sky had gone completely dark.
There were hardly any people left on the official road outside.
Occasionally, a peddler returning late hurried along with empty baskets on his carrying pole, his footsteps tapping monotonously against the silent road.
Fang Han did not stop. He sped toward the Transverse Mountains.
*Half a month ago,