"Indeed! Who in the world would be so foolish as to disperse their life's worth of diligently cultivated Inner Strength? Dissipating inner skill in such a manner is much more arduous and perilous than cultivating it, and what use is it after being cultivated?"
Yan Chuan voiced the concerns in Ying Jifeng's heart, and he laughed: "There is no need to worry about this; the shortcoming of my Divine Skill does not lie in the step of dispersing the skill. 'The Dantian is full of qi, disperse it through the Ren Meridian, like bamboo inside hollow, like valleys constantly empty.' To practice this Divine Skill, one must make the Dantian 'constantly like a deep valley, commonly like a deep box,' so as to absorb Inner Strength in an 'empty' manner, converting others' inner skills to one's own Inner Strength."
"Absorbing other people's Inner Strength?!"
Ying Jifeng was greatly startled upon hearing it.
This was even more shocking than dispersing skill.
