On the eve of the New Year, it's customary to stay up late, bid farewell to the old and welcome the new. Luo Zheng chatted leisurely with his family until midnight. After his mom and little sister had gotten sleepy and headed to their rooms, he returned to his own room to rest. He called Lan Xue for a while, exchanged sweet nothings, then sat on his bed and began to practice the Breathing Skill.
Quickly, Luo Zheng entered a deep state of meditation, reaching a mysterious realm. The surrounding chatter and television sounds were clear, as if close by, yet not irritating or harsh. When Luo Zheng attempted not to listen to these sounds, they suddenly seemed much quieter, as if distant.
Soon, Luo Zheng felt a warm stream rising, flowing through his body, comfortably and wonderfully. He vaguely sensed every cell in his body singing, and he felt as if he could soar; it was an extraordinary feeling, and he immersed himself fully in it.
