A vast Martial Arts Hall.
Plain crane characters hung on three walls, while the fourth was entirely floor-to-ceiling windows.
The early morning sun shone through the glass, spilling onto the white, soft-matted floor and scattering a golden brilliance.
Lu Yuan stood calmly in the center of the room, his feet slightly apart, arms hanging naturally at his sides.
He was shirtless, wearing only a pair of loose, white martial arts pants, cinched tightly at his waist with a black cloth strip.
His eyes were closed, his breathing as serene and prolonged as drifting clouds.
Lu Yuan's muscles rippled and undulated with the rhythm of his breath.
His fair skin would bulge from time to time, revealing thick, prominent blue veins and taut, iron-like muscles.
It was as if a large mouse scurried rapidly beneath his skin.
When this movement reached a certain peak, Lu Yuan's entire frame abruptly expanded. His height shot up, soaring to nearly two meters.
