Chu Feng got up early in the morning. Waking up early had been a habit for him. He bathed in the crimson sunlight, breathing rhythmically. For him, this had been a mandatory routine.
Chu Feng felt invigorated. There were many mysterious lines crawling on his skin. The lines had the same color as the essence of fire and sun. They were golden and warm, making Chu Feng feel at ease.
Then, he started the thunderous breathing exercise. This exercise was a loud one. His body rumbled like a thunder cloud. His blood and his flesh resonated then burst out thousands of eye-piercing rays.
"I hope that the ancient temple in Himalayas stores the entire set of the thunderous breathing rhythm," Chu Feng mumbled to himself.
Soon, his morning exercise was done.
