Martial arts is a lifelong journey that the Lingyuan Sect believed in. Otherwise, why would there be training halls and training arrays in a safe house?
Even as he thought this, Gu Yuze could not afford to be distracted. A whirring sound reached his ears and he suddenly leapt upwards, but the array's silver thread was already rising up from the ground faster than he was. The stone pillar that he had been standing on moments ago had already sunk beneath the surface.
At the same time, a thicket of silver thread that formed a dense, gleaming net glided upwards. Two fingers snapped upward while the ring finger bent to meet the thumb. Sparks danced over his knuckles as spiritual energy converged forming around a small branch.
