A moment later, Ye Fan arrived at the forest in the wealthy district and saw that the forest was as quiet as ever, empty of people. He leaped forward, becoming a phantom as he entered deep into the forest, walking to the base of a tree as thick as a water barrel.
Ye Fan sat cross-legged under the tree, collected his consciousness, his eyes watching his nose, his nose watching his heart. Once his mind was as still as stagnant water, he suddenly took a deep breath.
"Swoosh——"
With that breath, the air in front of him turned into a stream and surged into his mouth, making his whole body swell like a puffed-up toad. At the same time, streams of air began to form, circulating around his body.
