The sunset gradually slanted westward, and the light shining through the window slowly dimmed.
Until the entire bedroom was enveloped in darkness.
"Sigh—"
Fang Cheng opened his eyes, took a deep breath, and slightly shook his head.
He had just been using Concentration Skill, attempting to meditate, and nearly fell asleep.
His entire body did feel quite relaxed and comfortable, but he hadn't at all reached the so-called "Meditation" state.
He had deliberately taken the day off today.
Fang Cheng spent the morning playing snowball fights with Wen Xin and Zhou Xiumei, followed by some aimless shopping at the supermarket.
Afterwards, he holed up at home, calming his heart to practice meditation, but to no avail.
Consequently, in the afternoon, he ran to Wu Datong's audio-video store and borrowed several discs about the spiritual practices of yoga masters and Buddhist monks.
After watching for half a day, while he had gained a substantial reserve of knowledge,
