Master?

The ten barriers of light convulsed, compressing and contracting before ballooning, only to be compressed once more.

Minutes became hours as Dyon concentrated, beads of sweat lining his brow.

The silver light condensed, compressing from ten barriers to nine, and then nine to eight…

However, as Dyon struggled to do this, he almost didn't notice that the grade of his meridians was responding. Dyon had theorized that the reason that Clara had broken into the 5th grade while he was still lagging behind at the 6th grade was because of her constitutions, but he never thought that he would see results so quickly…

As the light continued to compress, Dyon could feel his meridians responding. Although it was only that barrier of the 5th grade he touched upon, something pitiful to the eyes of the elite of the martial world, it still made him feel good.

It was at this point that Dyon slipped into the first selfless state, realizing that emotion wasn't necessary here.