A smile appeared on his lips as his steps lightly touched the dew-laden leaves.
With each step, the True Yuan resonated subtly with the surrounding air currents.
At this moment, his movement technique was as natural and smooth as breathing.
With a swish, his figure flew towards the mountain peak.
The morning mist on the peak surged violently, torn apart by the vortex stirred by his sprint.
Swoosh—
His afterimage swept through the bamboo forest, causing dozens of bamboo leaves to eerily suspend in mid-air.
Not until his figure appeared a hundred meters away, in front of the waterfall, did those bamboo leaves explode into dust.
Stepping on the waves, each step landed with a thunderous explosion below.
It was like shells exploding beneath his feet.
Crossing the waterfall, his figure transformed into overlapping afterimages before diving into the forest again.
With each step, visible ripples spread through the air.
In this moment, he seemed to be riding the wind.
