No need to sit cross-legged, Zhang Ze stood in the courtyard, closed his eyes, and began the breathing technique.
Before long, Zhang Ze was able to sense the qi, but looking at the golden qi whirl in his hand, he shook his head.
He didn't use the Sword Sect's breathing technique, but the Beast Taming Sect's.
Logically, this whirl should be blue.
"Brother Zhang, did your master teach you?" Wei Zhuang's voice sounded behind Zhang Ze.
Zhang Ze turned around and saw Wei Zhuang sitting on the wall of the small courtyard, still with his smiling expression.
Three years on, Wei Zhuang had also grown taller, but his elusive antics remained the same, always managing to sneak out of mysterious places.
Perhaps this was talent.
"He taught me and even gifted me a sword."
Zhang Ze pointed to the sword on the table.
"A good sword."
After chatting a bit with Wei Zhuang, Zhang Ze turned the conversation to the story of "The Seven Little Goblins and Snow White."
