SWOOSH!
A fierce gale tore through the solemn surroundings, carrying with it the faint scent of pine and the metallic tang of spiritual energy.
The wind howled like a restless spirit, whipping through the air with an almost sentient fury. Xiao Ming sat steadily in a lotus position, his posture as still as a millennial mountain despite the chaos around him.
His robes fluttered wildly, but his focus remained unshaken. Before him, Master Huan observed with a calm yet piercing gaze, his expression unreadable.
The old master's eyes gleamed with a mixture of anticipation and caution, as though he were waiting for something monumental to unfold.
"I believe I can do this," Xiao Ming thought, his mind a fortress of determination.
