Meng Chuan pondered for a moment, then stepped toward the cafeteria, deciding on nutritional replenishment.
...
October 11, in the blink of an eye, more than a week had passed.
The weather had completely shed its summer attire and transitioned into autumn.
In the towering trees surrounding Lishan Mountain, the outlines of the leaves showed a faint yellow edge.
Sigh...
Meng Chuan finished his martial arts practice, his breathing became noticeably heavy.
He ran the Qi to the deepest part of his spiritual sea, slowly uncovering the mysterious veil of the spring's eye.
The spring's eye gently trembled, under the sense of control, its state became increasingly perfect, indicating that the timing was right.
"Yin-Yang Inner Breath..."
During this period, Meng Chuan also consulted with Chen Tuan, the headmaster, and basically understood the spring's eye's mutation towards this aspect, and the effect of the inner breath it was nurturing.
