This technique doesn't show any improvement in proficiency over three or four days, which is common.
White mist curls, with the fragrance of tea filling the air.
Stepping out of the Red Refining Banner, Meng Chuan sits at the tea table.
One hand covers the mountain-view teacup and sways the fragrance, introspecting internally.
Inside the Middle Dantian.
Black mist gathers; this is the dwelling place of the dragon demon, resembling a scene better than the "Demon Nest."
As Meng Chuan arrives, the black mist seems to sense something, and rolls away to both sides intelligently.
From the depths emerges a gigantic, wide shadow, which storms forward and crashes heavily into Meng Chuan's embrace.
Ha—
The dragon demon's enormous head tunnels around in Meng Chuan's arms, nudging about.
Like a puppy sticking out its tongue panting, showing its liver, though its blood-red mouth gaping, it seems particularly ferocious...
But this is how others see it.
