A month later
In the Chen Residence of Jingxing Alley, Nanyang Prefecture City.
Chen Mu followed his usual practice by setting up a thatched shed on the east side of the courtyard, with green bricks laid on the ground.
Under the shed, there was a rocking chair in a row, and beside it on a low table, incense, milk tea, and an assortment of snacks and candied fruits were all available.
He squinted his eyes, nestled in the rocking chair.
His breathing alternated between rapid and slow, changing quickly yet unexpectedly maintaining a rhythm akin to flowing clouds and water.
In his mind, through a haze as if behind frosted glass, a three-dimensional pattern connected by dots and silk threads flickered and shifted along with Chen Mu's breathing.
After a long while, Chen Mu's body shuddered, and he opened his eyes.
"Three hundred and sixty changes in one breathing cycle, this is probably the limit," he mused.
