The moon hung high in the air, its silver light fracturing across the surface of the blue-silver grass. Before long, Xu Weiyuan's Solitary Mountain was a marvel, rife with glittering silver-blue grass that aided the moonlight in washing the surroundings in a soft blue hue.
Long Wei had been hacking at the Transcendent Grade Trees since the evening, and he still hadn't stopped.
Every second, he learned something new about the form needed, with Xu Weiyuan's aid. Sometimes he would correct his posture by a tenth of a centimeter or adjust his angle slightly.
And each time he did, his body slowly mimicked Xu Weiyuan's posture down to the distribution of molecules. The force and energy distributed by each blow became more uniform.
Xu Weiyuan stood to the side, axe in hand, with a proud smile hanging on his lips, as if watching the first footsteps of a newborn baby.
