At night, the lake wind howled.
The deck was already barely populated, but Xu Nian had not returned to his own cabin.
He was enjoying the tranquility here.
Stars above, waves below.
The lake wind brushed against his body, giving him a feeling of exhilaration.
At that moment, Xu Nian pondered a question—what is "force"?
Previously, Chen Tiansheng had demonstrated the use of "force" before him.
Yet he still couldn't figure out what "force" truly was.
"Whoosh!"
A gust of wind blew past Xu Nian's temples and rustled his sleeves.
"Huh?"
Xu Nian's spirit was shaken; during that instant, he felt as if his soul had touched something.
But the inspiration vanished quickly, and he was unable to grasp it.
Xu Nian wasn't regretful; instead, he sat cross-legged at the bow of the boat, closed his eyes, and allowed his heart to completely immerse itself.
