At night, Tang Xue Ting slept in the backseat of the Lamborghini. Since it was summer, there was no worry about catching a cold; thus, Yan Moshan left her alone.
Later, Yan Moshan found a spot far from the log cabin, sat cross-legged on a smooth boulder, and began to circulate the Eight Gates Cyclone within his body.
As the Air Vortex within him started to emanate, the abundant Spiritual Energy around also began to converge slowly into Yan Moshan's body.
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The next day, Yan Moshan woke up from his meditation, looking at the red sunrise in the distance, feeling refreshed and indescribably comfortable. A night of meditation hadn't tired him; on the contrary, it had invigorated his spirits even more.
He was quite satisfied with last night's gains, as the amount of Spiritual Energy in his body's Eight Gates Cyclone had increased significantly. If he continued at this pace, his inner Spiritual Energy would soon reach the level of a First Class Heavenly Master.