"Hmm…" Gu Zhao's movements paused for a moment.
"What's wrong?" Zhuo Qingyan asked.
"Everyone's working so hard," Gu Zhao remarked with a sigh. Another Thunder Seed had condensed from the Five Thunders Order in his Sea of Consciousness.
"I need to work hard too." Gu Zhao nodded and picked up his pace.
"Mmm—" This time, it was Zhuo Qingyan's turn.
...
The next morning, a refreshed and invigorated Gu Zhao was practicing the Eight Pieces of Brocade in the courtyard.
The movements seemed ordinary, but they allowed Gu Zhao to merge with the heavens, earth, and nature. A certain Dao rhythm emanated from his actions, as if he were surrounded by an invisible, intangible, and profound aura.
The Silk Embroideress brought Bai Ke over to deliver Gu Zhao's breakfast. Now practicing Taoist Skills herself, she had achieved some minor success. She could only sense that Gu Zhao's current state was so profound and mysterious that it was completely beyond her comprehension.
