After the rain ceased, a mist emerged.
A light fog wrapped around everything.
"Hoo~"
A long breath was expelled, like a sword unsheathed for several feet, piercing through the fog yet remaining coherent.
Liang Qu returned his gaze, his eyes burning intensely, his body wreathed in fire like iron in a melting furnace, completely unaffected by the cold winds of the high sky.
Seated with the wind.
The dense fog scattered behind him, flowing along every inch of his clothes' folds, trailing long threads that merged with the tails of kites.
What a thoroughly invigorating insight!
Liang Qu stood up and paced on the deck, his long hair and clothes fluttering.
"Heaven and earth produce all, everything thrives,
Sleeping at night and rising early, walking widely in the courtyard,
Loose hair and a relaxed body, to let the spirit thrive."
Every pore of his body relaxed and stretched, sweat poured out, then dried under the long winds, leaving a thin layer of salt.
