Early the next day, Duan Rong got up as the sky was just getting light, continuing his stance training in the courtyard.
The key to cultivation lies in daily progress, never ceasing!
Duan Rong stood until the sky was fully bright before dispersing his skill, and a breath of white mist shot from his mouth, dissipating in the morning breeze.
At this time of year, it was no longer the chilly early spring but already late May, with summer just around the corner.
In such weather, for Duan Rong to still emit white mist from his mouth was a testament to the vigorous energy within his body, the temperature of the breath held in his mouth and lungs far exceeding his body temperature...
His body, operating with Inner Breath, was like an internal combustion furnace, and his lungs like boilers filled with moisture, absorbing the heat from the internal furnace.
Duan Rong wiped his sweat, went to the large water jar by the kitchen door, and washed his face.
