In a simply styled room, a boy sat in a corner. Devices were connected in each corner, and a rod of light shot from those devices.
Each of the lights connected above the boy's head, forming a triangle over him.
The boy inhaled sharply, ignoring the sting in his lungs and the tightness in his chest.
His gray hair flowed over his face, and he sucked in his abdomen, tightening his core.
A golden bird sat in front of him, mirroring his position.
The boy was Isho, and right now, he was practicing his technique.
Due to the uniqueness of his cultivation path, he had somehow gotten his father to give him a meridian-strengthening device to make up for his low talent grade.
With this triangle over his head, it was easier to access Hana, especially with the Hana gems his mother had gotten for him.
He only needed to put the gems into the opening of each rod generator, and it would be fine.
