After speaking, Li Bashan returned to the room, sitting alone on the bed, his face expressionless, his eyes vacant, as if lost in thought, and remained as still as a sculpture for a moment.
"Can't figure it out, forget it, I won't think about it anymore!" he mumbled to himself, with a touch of helplessness in his voice.
Then, Li Bashan gradually relaxed his mind, stretched his arms upward, assumed a peculiar posture, closed his eyes, and began to immerse himself in visualizing the root diagram.
Inside his body, his blood and qi surged like turbulent rivers, creating a rumbling roar, as if the entire room was filled with this powerful aura.
However, this majestic aura seemed to be carefully sealed in a secret chamber by a meticulous craftsman, without a trace leaking through door and window gaps.
