Yang Cheng sat cross-legged, and Ni Qingyao mimicked his posture, sitting opposite him. It was her first time ascending the mountain, and she found the air very refreshing, with a sensation of complete comfort surrounding her.
After a moment of silence, Yang Cheng gently spoke: "Auntie, I'm going to pass on the Cultivation Technique to you now. Close your eyes and concentrate, memorizing every word and gathering your breath into your Dantian."
"Okay."
Ni Qingyao nodded, her body tensing up.
She never expected that the world really had cultivation skills, and that she would soon become a cultivator.
Seeing that she was ready, Yang Cheng immediately activated the cultivation technique and gathered a technique from the in his palm, forming a small pale pink orb.
With a slight raise of his hand, the orb floated slowly towards Ni Qingyao, finally entering her forehead.
"Hmm…"
