Hunting Meet

"Creak." Ou Yangming pushed the door open.

Once he entered the room, he sat with his legs crossed and immersed himself inside his spiritual world with a flash of thought. After visualizing for some time, the snow mountain had become more majestic, where cold winds were constantly crying at the peak, and the mountain was always growing taller. When the young fellow visualized the snow mountain at this moment, even the temperature inside the room plunged.

His white outfit fluttered in the wind, and he carried a graceful bearing as if he was a deity.

After half an hour, Ou Yangming slowly came out of his meditation. A fleeting luster could be seen in his eyes.

While cold air was still in his chest, he moved the wick inside the tongue of a flame with a bamboo stick. The wick split into 2 right away, and the room became much brighter.