"Remember, you 'guide' it, you don't 'push' it. It's like a sailor riding the currents, not fighting against them. If one day, in your sea of consciousness, you can clearly feel a cold, pure 'droplet' and make it move according to your will, then you'll have truly 'learned' how."
"And when you can guide countless such droplets to converge into a 'stream,' no matter how faint, you will have officially 'mastered the basics.'"
Just like that, three days flew by. For a Martial Artist immersed in cultivation, three days is but the blink of an eye.
On this day, as Qin Feng sat cross-legged, he felt a sudden jolt deep within his mind. After countless failed attempts, he finally managed to clearly 'touch' it—a cold, pure droplet that seemed to be condensed from the purest moonlight.
His mind stirred.
The 'droplet' floated lightly and obediently, following his intent as it traced a graceful arc across his sea of consciousness.
'It worked!'
