Xu Qingtong drifted with the wind through the gorge, his movements elusive and erratic. His two Primordial Spirits mustered all his divine sense, one observing the changes in the wind more carefully, while the other constantly pondered how to harness and use its power.
After an unknown length of time, Xu Qingtong drifted to Du Siwen's side, his eyes closed and his body swaying from side to side.
"Qingtong, what's wrong? Can't you withstand the wind anymore?" Du Siwen asked hurriedly when she saw him.
But Xu Qingtong seemed not to have heard her. He continued swaying drunkenly as he drifted through the wind.
Du Siwen was about to reach out and grab him when she suddenly drew her outstretched hand back. From the look of him, Qingtong seemed to be comprehending something!
Xu Qingtong had drifted only a short distance past Du Siwen when the wind weakened considerably. He slowly opened his eyes and surveyed his surroundings, only to find Third Senior Sister staring at him.
"Huh? Senior Sister, why have you come here too?"
Du Siwen rolled her eyes at him and curled her lips. "I haven't moved at all. You're the one who drifted over here like a drunk!"
Xu Qingtong focused his gaze and saw that Du Siwen was indeed still sheltering behind the large rock, without having moved so much as half a step. It seemed he really had retreated!
He was about to head forward again when Du Siwen called him back.
"Qingtong, what sort of art are you practicing?"
Xu Qingtong chuckled. "It's not a cultivation art. I'm comprehending the power of wind!"
"What? Qingtong, you've mastered the law of wind too?"
"What are you thinking? Do you think you set the laws, and can comprehend them just because you say so? I'm