539 The Blessing of Being Single

The New Year's Day holiday was over.

The sun had not yet risen. In front of his shop, Zhang Zian was standing against the chilly wind in the early morning. Cupping his hands by placing the roots of his palms together, he then drew his hands slowly to the right of his waist. He squared away his legs and stood steadily as if he was planting himself to the earth.

He took a deep breath and felt the flow of latent energy inside his body. He brought the infinite energy of the universe to every corner of his body, and then gathered all the energy and concentrated it between his cupped hands.

His palms suddenly became scorching hot, as if he was holding a miniature nuclear reactor, and if he did not exhaust all his strength to control it, the nuclear reactor might explode at any minute.