The situation with Teng Yun Geshang is still stable, so Ning Fan naturally showed no reaction. He is extremely patient, spending the past few days wholeheartedly on cultivation, diligently practicing the Eight Zen Mantra and perceiving his own sword intent.
In the woods of Zhonghai's outskirts, near the Shadow Base, Ning Fan stood amidst the trees with his eyes closed. The sound of rustling wind swept through as fallen leaves gracefully descended, like scattered flowers from a celestial maiden.
Fully focused, his mind was void of distractions, entering a deep state of meditation.
The strike from Yunteng Family's Second Elder that day repeatedly replayed in his mind, every detail etched vividly without omission—a feat of memory that reached an uncanny level.
At the peak of the Object-Manipulating Realm, Ning Fan had already grasped the sensation—just a little more, just a tiny step was all he needed.
