I'll Keep Trying, Sister

"Phew." In a large, underground room shaped like a cube with a side of 300 metres, Shuwrak Zahara stood with a relaxed posture and exhaled softly. Only a pair of shorts covered his lower body, leaving his upper body bare.

He wasn't ripped, even had a small beer belly. His figure was lean while his arms didn't look like they had much strength in them. It was clearly the body of someone who hadn't trained to be a fighter.

"Exhale…inhale…" He muttered softly, raising his hands upward during an inhale and downward during an exhale, "…exhale."

He was at the centre of the room, calmly repeating the breathing patterns. Standing on the other side was an Empyrean Boar with a 4-Life Stage cultivation.