After the beginning of spring, the Seven Stars Sect was not as rainy as usual, and the weather was good.
Every day, the sun shone brightly and gentle breezes blew.
It was 10 in the morning, and the sky was hazy with mists. Ling Yue arrived at the small courtyard where Ou Yangming was.
At this time, Ou Yangming was breathing in and out. He gently blew out a breath of green air, which blew away the mists within 33 meters in front of him. Afterward, he opened his eyes.
Ling Yue's eyes lit up when he saw this. He remarked in a low voice, "Brother Yu, your cultivation's profound, and I'm very impressed."
Ou Yangming hurriedly stood up and waved his sleeve. He smiled bitterly and responded, "Brother Ling, don't tease me anymore. Blowing away mists within 33 meters in a single breath is something that any Spiritualist can do, right?"
