"Huchu, hu-huchi…"
Jiang Yi's breathing—both inhaling and exhaling—was so rhythmic that it gradually attracted more and more people's attention. Many were stunned and then elated. Jiang Yi's breathing was exactly the same as the flowing of the spring water; there was also an inexplicable rhythmic movement within it.
Swish! Swish! Swish!
Countless figures floated into the sky and sat around Jiang Yi, cross-legged and with no one daring to utter a single sound. They were afraid of waking Jiang Yi. No one knew why such a strange thing could happen. Why was it that Jiang Yi could actually record the rhythmic movement of the flowing spring water while he was fast asleep?
However, now wasn't the time to think about these things.
