Time quietly slipped away, like petals drifting down unnoticed, and a whole year slowly passed in that secluded valley.
Deep within the valley, a waterfall plunged from the heights like a white dragon, letting out a deafening roar as if thousands of troops were charging into battle. The turbulent currents, like countless angry little beasts, smashed fiercely downward with an overwhelming momentum, sending water splashing in all directions like countless radiant pearls dancing in the air.
Lu Zhanyuan sat cross-legged quietly beneath the waterfall, his posture as steady as Mount Tai, as if firmly connected to the earth and completely unaffected by the tremendous impact of the rushing water. His eyes were tightly closed, his expression calm and resolute, resembling a sculpture weathered by time. His focus was so intense that the entire world seemed to shrink down to just himself and the surging true qi within his body.
Chapter 20