Casting aside his distracting thoughts, Xiao Ming embarked on yet another month of rigorous training, refining both his swordsmanship and his comprehension of the Starry Mirage technique.
As he had expected, the Starry Mirage was exceptionally difficult to grasp. Despite his efforts, he remained stuck at an impasse, unable to push forward.
However, his cultivation was not without gains—through his month-long immersion, the subtle dao rhymes he had absorbed had naturally enhanced his Tiger Prowl technique, sharpening its edge further.
At this point, Xiao Ming had reached a bottleneck. He needed either a spark of inspiration or a moment of sudden enlightenment to break through his current limits and truly master the technique.
Finally, after two months of closed-door cultivation, Xiao Ming slowly opened his eyes. A profound, unfathomable light flickered within them, carrying a depth that seemed capable of seeing through the very hearts of men.
