Zhang Xiaohua smiled. Only then did he realize that the scalding teacup in his hand had already gone cold. The noonday sun had passed overhead, and his body, which had been sitting beneath the sunlight, was gradually shifting into the shade.
That fleeting moment just now had actually lasted so long?!
Zhang Xiaohua could not help frowning. It had felt like no more than a few breaths to him. This feeling truly was marvelous.
After carefully savoring that profound sensation, Zhang Xiaohua felt an indescribable enlightenment rise in his heart. Then his heart stirred, and he secretly checked the cultivation of his Heart Sutra. Sure enough, his previously stagnant cultivation had begun to show signs of loosening, as though he had already glimpsed the dawn of the sixth level.
Zhang Xiaohua was deeply moved. In the past, he had needed to painstakingly draw the vital energy from elemental stones just to advance the slightest bit. Yet in those few breaths just now, his cultivation—which could no longer advance no matter how he absorbed vital energy—had been pushed forward another solid step. It seemed that cultivation at mid Qi Cultivation was indeed quite different from early Qi Cultivation.
Thinking back on what had happened, Zhang Xiaohua still felt lingering fear. He did not know whether this occurrence had been fortunate or unfortunate. He only knew that if Ji Xiaohua had called for him any later, perhaps his consciousness truly would have soared beyond the nine heavens.
Where disaster lurked, fortune leaned upon it;
Where fortune rested, disaster lay in wait!
Zhang Xiaohua looked at Ji Xiaohua's childish, anxious face, his heart filled with emotion. He had merely come to Songning Town to inquire about the route home, yet he had encountered this child who shared his name, and so many things