Fang Han awoke before the sky had brightened.
He sat cross-legged on his bed, cast aside all stray thoughts, and began to circulate the Xunfeng Technique.
His Inner Qi, at the Early Stage of Eighth Grade, coursed endlessly through his meridians, cycling over and over. Each rotation brought a visible increase in its strength.
His mind was focused as he carefully guided the Inner Qi, savoring the solid feeling of his meridians being filled to the brim.
Over an hour later, he slowly ceased his practice. A faint cyan glint flickered in his eyes, and he felt refreshed and full of vigor.
After a quick wash and breakfast, he picked up his sword and went to a clearing in the woods.
The morning was for practicing the Wind-Splitting Swordsmanship.
SWISH! SWISH! SWISH—
The Cyan Blade Sword left its sheath, its edge flashing as it produced a sharp sound that seemed to tear through the air.
