"Zhang Chulan, the practice of cultivation is about combining relaxation and tension, no need to be so rigid." Wu Ming patted Zhang Chulan's shoulder, startling him from his deep state of pleasant surprise and back to reality.
Just as Zhang Chulan woke up, he felt his entire body was sore and refreshing, especially his legs which were so numb that even moving a bit seemed difficult.
Looking at the sun in the sky, he guessed it was already noon.
He had actually been standing for most of the day!
Incredible!
However, with a hint of grievance, Zhang Chulan said, "Big brother Wu Ming, I felt like I had just entered a state of enlightenment, and now you've woken me up. What do you think you owe me for this?"
"Enlightenment?" Wu Ming was first startled, then he patted Zhang Chulan's shoulder and said earnestly, "You're just beginning to learn, getting lost in it, that's all. I've been in the same situation, what's this about enlightenment?"
