Fang Cheng patiently prepared to teach them the basics of mental synchronization meditation.
"First, close your eyes, slow your breathing, and dismiss all distractions."
"You may hear many voices and see many illusions, but don't pay them any mind; simply concentrate on silently repeating my name 'White Owl' in your mind, and visualize me wearing a mask."
Zhou Liang, Cui Xiuying, and the others, although they didn't understand his intentions, obediently followed his instructions.
"Very good."
Feeling the gradual stabilization of their mental waves, Fang Cheng continued to guide them.
"Now, start imagining me as a lighthouse standing tall along the coast at night,"
Fang Cheng's voice seemed to carry a soothing power, echoing in everyone's mind.
"That light is golden, warm, and steadfast, like the dawn capable of piercing through all fog."
"All you need to do is keep approaching that lighthouse, no matter what happens along the way, do not waver..."
