In the dead of night, Li Xiang stepped into the backyard, breathing in the bitingly cold air. He stretched his body and began circulating his Breathing Technique, complementing it with a series of specific movements. Each motion—whether graceful or flowing, heavy or gentle, or as fast as a bolt of lightning—carried a unique rhythm, as if an arcane melody were being played.
Er Huang emerged from his doghouse and trotted around his master, wagging his tail. He was very Spiritual and knew not to bark without reason late at night, or he'd wake Grandma. When he couldn't contain his excitement, he let out soft whimpers instead.
Spiritual Power circulated within Li Xiang's body, and a Misty Radiance emanated from his flesh and blood. This radiance grew increasingly dense, shrouding his entire being in a layer of light, making him resemble an Exiled Immortal.
