The first few steps were a bit awkward, but he quickly found his rhythm.
The footwork of Quicksand Step was uncanny; at times he slid like flowing water, at others he tumbled like rolling gravel. His form flickered left and right within the small Cultivation Room, leaving a trail of afterimages.
The more Xu Wuyi practiced, the smoother his movements became.
He could feel that this Body Technique demanded an extremely high degree of bodily control. The use of power from his calves and ankles, in particular, required exceptionally fine-tuned movements.
Fortunately, Xu Wuyi's foundation was solid, and his control over his Qi and Blood had reached a respectable level, so adapting wasn't difficult.
Three hours passed without him even noticing.
Xu Wuyi stopped his movements, fine beads of sweat forming on his forehead.
Cultivating two A-level Martial Arts in a row was physically draining, but his spirit was invigorated.
