At that, Mr. Li lost interest in talking.
The two parted in front of the Three Matron Temple.
Xu Feng went to the back courtyard. His master was still asleep.
Rather than wake his master, Xu Feng sat down nearby, observing and thinking.
What Mr. Li had just said was interesting.
The sudden appearance of so many corpses had made him question how his son had died.
Xu Feng had not tried to steer Grandpa Li toward that conclusion.
If it was true, it was true.
If it was not, it was not.
Mr. Li was no fool. Xu Feng could not use a petty scheme to shift blame onto someone else on him.
There were many ways to ask for help: plots, open appeals, circumstances, or simply letting events take their course. Even the cleverest scheme might one day be exposed.
With someone like Mr. Li, it was better to speak plainly.
Sitting where he was, Xu Feng recalled the old man's breathing and tried to imitate it.
He tried to move his muscles in the same way, but kept failing.
The Breathing Method looked simple, but it was anything but.
It was tied to posture, habits, and even one's state of mind.
Putting it into practice truly meant moving the whole body with the slightest shift.
In other words, he was using this Breathing Method to bring about a change in his entire body.
It was a gradual process, one that took years of steady work.
Of course, that did not literally mean a hundred lifetimes.
It meant time and patient effort.
For now, even using the Breathing Method deliberately was difficult for him.
Using it unconsciously for Qi Circulation was even further beyond him.
But Xu Feng did not mind.
It was the same as the Heavenly