Serene, peaceful, ethereal... as if transcending all worldly matters, far removed from every annoyance.
Every burden upon his spirit was dissolving rapidly in front of this absolutely calm force that could hardly be called a force, like snow melting swiftly.
In sleep... or perhaps it is more accurate to call it Nirvana, a vast amount of martial arts knowledge—wherein all impurities were instinctively filtered out by Xue Jing, leaving only the essence—was absorbed rapidly by the depths of his consciousness.
"...Incredible."
In a makeshift resting room, beside Xue Jing, a countless number of semi-transparent data converged in the void, merging into a semi-transparent female form.