The first bright rays of the sun to greet Salted Fish Mountain fell on a pair of arduous young cultivators, which was historically an unusual sight in this part of the sect.
Han Xuhan was sweating like a pig in front of the tall strength-testing apparatus, performing every stance Xuanyuan Zhou ordered him to.
"Swallow crouches before flight!"
Hearing his instructor's loud command, Han Xuhan instinctively bent his knees, his butt touching his heels, arms outstretched at an acute angle with his torso in a V-shape.
From the distance, his silhouette did bear some resemblance to a bird ready to take flight.
While holding this stance, Han Xuhan began to regulate his breathing cycle, making his lungs and diaphragm fall into the familiar routine set by the Lightfoot Swallow Art's first section.
As his breath deepened, his body began to shiver, and the hands raised on both sides started to tremble like a bird's wings in the air.
"Swallow springs forth in six steps!"
