One Object in the Air, the Swords in One Hand

After Ye Liuyun and Fei Jie left, Fan Xian sat by the seaside for a long time. The shadow of the large ship had long disappeared from the sea, but his gaze was still turned toward the ocean that stretched as far as the eye could see. The wind and rain whipping against his body had not weakened. His entire body was soaked. He was sitting in a strange position, hugging his knees, just like a cute little boy. In reality, everyone knew it was impossible for Fan Xian to be a pure little boy.

The two types of zhenqi in his body circulated and flowed slowly. The zhenqi that had been pushed out by Ye Liuyun's purposeful stimulation was being quickly circulated in a relatively calm and harmonious manner. For him, it seemed that this moment was a kind of opportunity. Because of a change in his state of mind, the divine light from the change in surrounding emotions shone lightly into his mind.