More than ten days slipped by in a quiet routine of daily cultivation.
At the edge of the Spirit Iron Mine, dawn broke over a secluded clearing. The air was thick with the mine's characteristic scent, a mixture of metal and dust.
Fang Han slowly brought his movements to a halt. With a light tap of his toes, his body drifted back a few feet like a falling leaf, landing without a sound.
He closed his eyes, sensing the Inner Qi surging through him. In the meridians of his feet, he felt an ever-clearer resonance with the flow of the air.
Even on this final morning, he continued his cultivation as usual, without a hint of complacency.
The twelve basic forms of the Wind Shadow Step were already second nature to him, allowing him to execute them with fluid ease.
He was now attempting to link the twelfth form, Wind and Shadow Following, with the first, Wind Rises from the Green Willow, searching for a seamless flow that would create an endless cycle.
