The space within the Ogre Academy rippled with the subtlety of a ghost's breath as Qing'er manifested.
For a Saint-level expert, navigating the rudimentary defenses of a backwater institution was as simple as walking through a beaded curtain.
She didn't need to search; she merely stood in the shadow of a stone pillar and let the ambient chatter of the students wash over her.
It took less than a minute for the name "Chu Fang" to surface, whispered in tones of mockery by a passing group of disciples.
Blending perfectly into the architecture of the shadows, Qing'er made her way to the male dormitory.
She found him in his cramped bunk.
Chu Fang sat cross-legged, his eyes closed in deep concentration.
To a casual observer, he looked like any other mediocre student struggling with his breath.
But to Qing'er's divine sense, the world was laid bare.
She watched as he began to circulate a cultivation technique that she found, at first, quite novel.
