Inside the temple.
The north wind was swift, and the cold pierced to the bone.
On the martial arts training ground, Lu Chenzhou appeared to be practicing spear techniques alone, yet it seemed as though he was sparring with someone. He moved with a nimbleness that kicked up gusts of wind, shooting towards the sky.
Zhao Yunzong looked toward the temple, his expression turning serious in an instant.
"This feeling..."
When he had his enlightenment, it wasn't with such resonance.
In his eyes, Lu Chenzhou's every move was like a fierce battle against a spear skill master. It was as if an invisible and colorless, yet genuine master was using a spear technique all too familiar to him, "feeding" Lu Chenzhou the moves.
If Lu Chenzhou were to be likened to a figure in an ink painting, the negative space around the lines of the character would perfectly form this "transparent master," which was quite extraordinary.