The gentle hum of spiritual energy filled the private chamber that had been prepared for Hutton's stay. The air shimmered faintly as the residual energy of his meditation wove through the atmosphere, forming delicate threads of translucent light that pulsed with each steady rhythm of his breathing.
Hutton sat cross-legged on the floor, his posture perfectly aligned, his light brown hair slightly tousled from the pressure of the spiritual current circling him. His chest rose and fell slowly, the cadence steady and measured. A faint layer of energy coated his skin—like mist rising off water—indicating that he was deep in cultivation.
Within his inner world, Hutton's consciousness was probing the boundaries of the Nascent Soul stage, the realm he had finally reached in a very crude way. He could feel the miniature soul within his dantian pulsing faintly, as if beckoning him toward greater understanding.
