A white cloud drifted gracefully across the sky, gliding agilely through the air like a fish swimming in water, with gusts of breeze carrying it around. Wu Qi was sitting on top of the cloud, focusing all his attention on studying the Song of Gale which the fallen Primordial Immortal had given him, indulging himself in the vast and complicated principles of the wind.
A green ball of wind was spinning within his spiritual ocean, sometimes faster, sometimes slower. With every spin it made, there would be a newly generated comprehension fusing into his mind. And, with every additional principle he learned, his understanding toward the changes of the wind under the heaven would get deeper, and the Gale's bloodline in his body would become denser.
