Wing stood outside Room 103, his fingers frozen halfway through adjusting his glasses.
As an orthodox heir to Shingen-ryu, he possessed an exceptionally keen sense for aura.
Now, through Gyo, he clearly detected something unusual in the air.
Streams of life energy, so pure they were almost tangible, were being drawn in from every direction.
They converged in the corridor, forming a tiny vortex invisible to the naked eye, and flowed endlessly through the tightly shut door.
"What... what is this?"
Wing's throat felt dry.
The energy density in the space beyond that door had reached an inconceivable level.
Even when Chairman Netero unleashed Ren at full power, his aura was forceful and violent, like an overwhelming tidal wave.
But the energy behind this door was completely different.
It was gentle, pure, and brimming with vitality. It was like the most primal, ancient breath deep within a primeval forest untouched by humanity.
Was this the work of that boy named Lin Yan?
Lin Yan's excessively calm face immediately surfaced in Wing's mind.
In the VIP seats earlier that day, he had already harbored doubts about the boy's extraordinary control over his body. Now, it seemed these waters ran even deeper than he had imagined.
Curiosity urged him to open the door and investigate.
But the instant his hand touched the handle, he withdrew it as though shocked.
He had sensed it.
Though gentle, the aura inside formed a perfectly self-sustaining cycle.
Any reckless intrusion by an outside force would instantly shatter that exquisite balance.
"I mustn't disturb him."
As a practitioner, he knew all too well the consequences of interrupting a moment of enlightenment.
Wing hesitated at the door for a while. Finally, he suppressed his agitation, turned, and silently returned to his pupil Zushi's room.
"Teacher, you're back."
Zushi