Midnight Rendevous

The night was late, yet Wu Jian remained wide awake. He sat on his floor with his legs crossed, hands forming the shape of the tiger hand seal, and eyes clenched shut. Objects floated around him. Each one was locked into a specific space. No one would be able to move them unless they disrupted his spatial locks, which required using nearly two times more chi than what he used to lock these objects in place.

However, this was just a side effect of his meditation.

Wu Jian was currently not cultivating the Dao of Space, which had hit a roadblock. He instead focused on cultivating Byakko’s blood. Only four drops of blood were active. He assumed that was because his cultivation level wasn’t high enough to withstand using more than just four drops, but what if he could activate more? Would he be able to achieve greater strength?

That was what he wanted to find out.