Zhao Rong's figure had already come to an abrupt halt, maintaining the Elbow Position in his Fist Stance, motionless.
He heard that strange sound, but Zhao Rong knew that the sound had not traveled outward, only he could hear it.
The Yang Qiao Meridian, broken.
Half of the Eight Extraordinary Meridians were now connected, a half-step into the Fu Yao Realm.
Zhao Rong relaxed his posture and stood up straight again. Standing quietly with his eyes closed, he breathed heavily, lifting his head slightly with a light hook at the corner of his mouth.
That thought that had been disturbing his mind hadn't become clear and surfaced.
And, was it an illusion or not, Zhao Rong felt that the unsettling feeling that had always caused him anxiety seemed... somewhat weaker?
"Eh, it's actually alright? In my experience, this thing likes to mess things up at critical moments."
Gui exclaimed in surprise, clicking his tongue in wonder.
