"Really that formidable?" Lu Xiao Lu asked curiously.
She knew that Chu Zhiyuan would not give her an ordinary secret art.
It was bound to surpass ordinary secret arts by far, perhaps even those of Guanghan Palace.
Chu Zhiyuan smiled. "Senior Sister, you can try practicing it. Concealing your aura is quite useful for sneak attacks and ambushes, especially when paired with your lightness skill."
Lu Xiao Lu immediately brightened, laughing sweetly. "Is it really that powerful?"
"Senior Sister will know once you practice it," Chu Zhiyuan said with a smile.
After flipping through the thin booklet, Lu Xiao Lu closed her bright eyes and began circulating her aura.
She was a prodigy, among the finest even within Guanghan Palace, whose disciples demanded exceptionally high aptitude.
This secret art for concealing one's aura was not difficult. Before long, her aura began to change.
A little while later, it grew increasingly restrained.
As the secret art circulated, becoming more and more practiced with each repetition, its effects grew ever stronger.
Half an hour later, as night fully descended and the bright moon rose high, she vanished completely into the darkness.
Her body was clearly still standing where it had been, yet her aura had already merged wholly with the night.
She was the night, and the night was she; the two were impossible to distinguish.
Chu Zhiyuan smiled.
As expected of a prodigy—she learned such a secret art the moment she practiced it, and mastered it just as swiftly.
She had already crossed the threshold and could wield it extremely well.
"Well?" Lu Xiao Lu opened her bright eyes and asked softly.
She immediately noticed the change in her own voice.
Her voice had become deep and tranquil, as though it drifted from some faraway place.
Chu Zhiyuan smiled and nodded.