Watching Zhao Xuanqi strike, the edges of his Blood Qi trembling and faintly forming the shape of a flame, He Xijun's expression stiffened slightly.
Although it was just a blurry, flame-like shape, it proved that Zhao Xuanqi's Force Release technique was already on the right track. He had found the right feeling and direction. All that remained was to continue polishing his skill, and he would soon master the basics.
When practicing a new Technique, that esoteric feeling was the most crucial part—something that was difficult to impart through instruction alone.
Even for her, it had taken about a week to grasp the fundamentals of Force Release.
'And this Zhao Xing actually found that profound feeling after watching my demonstration just once?'
"Senior Sister, I wonder if my Force Release technique is correct?"
