The night was deep and utterly still. The only sound was the occasional, distant chirping of insects outside the window, adding to the profound quiet.
Inside Room C-7, Fang Han sat cross-legged on his bed and began to attempt cultivating the Ten Thousand Transformations Concealing Breath Technique.
In the beginning, his Inner Qi met with much resistance as he guided it along the unfamiliar and minuscule meridian pathways described in the manual.
The flow of his Inner Qi was labored, like he was slogging through a thorny thicket. Every time it reached a critical juncture, he felt an intangible resistance that prevented it from circulating smoothly.
Far from being concealed, his aura actually pulsed. The impeded flow of his Inner Qi caused it to spill out in distinct fluctuations, which were especially clear in the silent night.
Fortunately, with his sixteen-times Secret Technique Talent Amplification, his aptitude for Secret Techniques far surpassed that of an ordinary person.
