Rowan and Daliah both began to cultivate, carefully following the breathing technique Logan had taught them.
Once they settled into rhythm, Logan stepped aside, took a seat, and observed them calmly. "Both of them are talented," he thought to himself. "Otherwise, they wouldn't have been able to form their dantian so quickly. True, my breathing technique is an advanced one… but still, without their innate talent, it would've taken them another three or four years."
Meanwhile, Rowan and Daliah lost themselves in the flow of cultivation. Spiritual energy, dense and visible like smoke, began to gather around them, swirling slowly before entering their bodies.
Then, all of a sudden, both of them snapped their eyes open, shock flashing across their faces.
"This… this is…" Daliah stammered, unable to finish her sentence.
Logan immediately stood up, his expression turning serious. "What happened?" he asked quickly.
