Time passed quietly, marked by sweat and perseverance. In the blink of an eye, ten days had gone by.
This afternoon, the afterglow of the setting sun dyed the horizon a magnificent orange-red, and the light in the forest clearing grew soft and hazy.
SWOOSH! SWOOSH! SWOOSH!
Fang Han's figure flickered rapidly around the clearing as he practiced the Wind Shadow Step.
His speed grew faster and faster, his footwork becoming ever more erratic and unpredictable.
At times, he was like a gentle breeze brushing willows, impossible to grasp; at others, he was like a flash of lightning, appearing and disappearing in an instant.
The Inner Qi in his body surged ceaselessly, perfectly synchronized with his Step Technique. The very airflow around him seemed to subtly change direction with his every move.
In the very instant he exerted his full strength, seamlessly connecting the eleventh technique, "Shadow Escape Thousand Miles," with the twelfth, "Wind and Shadow Following"—
HUM!
