"Master, please be very careful!" Wan Mingchuan was once again refused permission to accompany him into the wilderness, and could only stand at the bridge head, bidding farewell like a secluded concubine.
He waited until he couldn't see his master's figure anymore, then reluctantly returned to the straw hut, took out the Heaven-Burning Scripture from his arms, and started cultivating it earnestly.
Today, while waiting outside the Old Dragon Cave, every time he swung the axe for trees until he exhausted himself, he didn't mind the fatigue as he sat cross-legged to meditate, following the highlighted meridians in the book, hoping to ease his master's workload as much as possible.
Wan Mingchuan never expected to inadvertently find a key to cultivation—chop wood until exhaustion, and let the Spiritual Power within the meridians deplete. Then, still unafraid of fatigue, he breathed in the thinly spiritual air, absorbing Spiritual Power to circulate within his meridians.
