After a deep, dreamless night's sleep, on the third day, Zhong Ming awoke. However, he didn't follow the plan Qi Hong and Yang Chen had arranged for him, which involved intense combat practice.
He found a stream and, following his own rhythm, began to gently move through his sword forms.
Seeing this, Qi Hong, Yang Chen, and the others... didn't think Zhong Ming was slacking off.
Nor did they feel he was doing anything wrong.
Over the past few days of training, Zhong Ming's rate of progress had stunned them, winning their complete admiration.
Qi Hong said, "Cultivation, Cultivation... what we cultivate is our true selves. For Cultivators like us, the further we advance, the more we need our own insights and understanding. Simply imitating others will never lead one to become truly powerful."
"Junior Brother Zhong Ming's cultivation base may be low, but his Talent is extraordinary. It's only logical that he's starting to walk his own path."
