Inside the temple.
The north wind was like a shuttle, icy cold piercing to the bone.
On the martial arts training field, Lu Chenzhou appeared to be practicing spear techniques alone, yet it was as if he were dueling another, his figure twisting and darting, raising gusts of wild wind as he soared skyward.
Zhao Yunzong looked toward the temple interior, his gaze instantly growing serious.
"This feeling..."
Even when he attained enlightenment of Dao, it wasn't with such momentum.
In his eyes, every move and stance of Lu Chenzhou was like a fierce duel between spear Dao experts, as if an invisible, colorless yet truly existing master was "feeding moves" to Lu Chenzhou with a spear skill so familiar to him.
If Lu Chenzhou were like a figure in an ink painting, the blank space outside the lines would just perfectly form the "transparent master," most wondrous indeed.
"The ancestor has shown a miracle... he is teaching spear skill to Lu Chenzhou across space."
