With that thought, Grey entered his room and shut the door behind him. He didn't even spare a glance for the elegant designs carved into the walls before sitting down cross-legged on the floor. Closing his eyes, he gently urged the spirit energy within his body to circulate through his meridians.
After the battle with the Shadow Sect, he had already cleaned the dirt and grime from his body. His long grey hair now spilled loosely down his back, slightly wild and unkempt, but Grey paid it no mind as his consciousness sank deeper into meditation.
The moment he entered a profound meditative state, thin purple lines flickered into existence on his forehead. They stretched downward along the side of his head, branching outward like veins as they spread across his entire body.
