Zhang Xiaohua sat cross-legged, wholly focused on comprehending his own Dao of Heaven, not hearing a word of the two young women's conversation in the neighboring room. In truth, even if he had been idling in the room, he might not have released his divine sense to peep blindly into someone else's quarters. After all, men and women should not freely touch or associate; Zhang Xiaohua could still uphold this small principle.
After a while, Zhang Xiaohua suddenly felt a stir in his heart. He opened his eyes and looked at the moon, which was gradually reaching the center of the sky, then secretly nodded. Comprehending the Dao of Heaven truly was unfathomable. Ordinarily, he only felt such a prompting when he was about to sleep, and that was merely his body's conditioned reflex toward drowsiness. Today was different. To suddenly feel that stir while meditating was an active reminder. Their natures were worlds apart, as different as clouds and mud.
Having thought it over, Zhang Xiaohua rose to his full height and pushed open the door. Listening carefully, he heard faint snoring coming from the neighboring room. Zhang Xiaohua smiled and stood in the middle of the small courtyard. Forming hand seals, he sent several streams of true qi from within his body into the area around the courtyard, creating a simple restriction to protect it. He had thought that since he had only arranged restrictions the size of a small room before, laying one several times larger now might prove fraught with difficulties. Yet when he actually did it, he found that his understanding of restrictions had somehow deepened by several degrees since yesterday. He arranged it with effortless familiarity, and could only attribute it to that brief afternoon comprehension of the Dao of Heaven.
In fact, it