Yang Qing went through a few more training cycles, switching between contemplation, revision, adoption, and repetition. Two hours passed before he finally decided to take a break, stopping when he felt his spiritual qi had reached the halfway point in expenditure.
As enthralling as the process was—improving himself, stabilizing his foundation, synchronizing his current strength with the Brilliant Ray Fist Art, and weaving in various revelations that refined both himself and the art—he remained mindful of the fact that this was not his own backyard, but someone else's.
He couldn't afford to drain all his spiritual qi or tire his mind, only to be caught flat-footed by some unseen enemy. After all, Hebei Kingdom, though filled with upright individuals and known across the continent for upholding the highest moral standards, was still a dangerous place because of the enemies it had drawn.
