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Once you feel it won't spread out so easily, then try expanding its area.

Chen Yuan nodded without saying anything, continuing to stare at the slowly flowing mist.

Jin Chen walked in from outside the courtyard gate, holding another letter in his hand, the envelope sealed with lacquer.

He walked to the stone table and placed the letter on it: "We've received a reply from Sea Breeze City."

He pushed the letter aside. "The boy who saw the crack went into that state again last night."

This time, what he saw was a crack that was closing, with a silvery-white light emanating from its edges, the same light that Gu Yuena used to reinforce the crack.

The crack is closing on its own, slowly, but in a definite direction.

Ling Feng picked up the letter and read it: "His description of the condition is consistent with the previous two records."

The process of closing the crack is indeed ongoing.

Continue to stay in touch with him and have him regularly update his status.

Qian Renxue said, "If that crack can really close on its own, then his perception of the spiritual energy of the divine realm may become stronger and stronger."

Ling Feng said, "That's a good thing for him."

Chen Yuan stood in the courtyard for a while longer, and the fog finally dissipated after a longer period of time.

He wiped his hands on his apron and said to Ling Feng, "That's enough for today, I'll go back and try again."

Ling Feng said, "Tomorrow we can try to make it wider, but not too long, just stabilize its edges first."

After Chen Yuan left, Tang San walked in from outside the courtyard gate, carrying a newly forged short knife in his hand.

He placed the dagger on the stone table: "This is for Teacher Liu from the kindergarten."

She said her son was going to participate in the academy's preliminary selection next month and was missing a suitable short knife.

Qian Renxue picked up the short sword and examined it: "It's lighter than the last one."

Tang San said, "The back of the blade is two centimeters thinner than last time, and the angle of the blade has also been adjusted slightly, making it more suitable for beginners."

Ling Feng said, "Then you should take it to Teacher Liu."

She must be getting impatient.

Tang San nodded, picked up the dagger, and left.

In the afternoon, Ning Rongrong put down her notebook and turned to Ling Feng: "Chen Yuan said that the stability of his fog has improved significantly."

Although he couldn't completely control its direction of movement, he said he could feel the fog gradually becoming more obedient, no longer spreading out randomly as before.

Ling Feng said, "Then let him continue to maintain his current practice frequency, and don't rush to increase the difficulty."

"Only after he has fully grasped the existing control should he consider introducing new changes."

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Ning Rongrong responded and wrote a few lines in the notebook.

As night deepened, Ling Feng sat on the veranda, with Qian Renxue sitting beside him.

The sound of footsteps changing guard on the distant city wall was approaching, then gradually fading away.

Qian Renxue turned her head and glanced at Ling Feng: "Chen Yuan is progressing faster than expected."

The leaf on the tree also began to shine.

Ling Feng said, "They are indeed adapting to the new rules."

Qian Renxue said, "Then let them continue to adapt."

Then, the sound of footsteps changing shifts came from afar, and soon faded away.

The night deepened amidst those sounds, but what was growing would continue to shine tomorrow morning.

The next morning, when Jin Chen pushed open the gate of the offering hall, he was still holding that letter in his hand.

The envelope was made of ordinary hemp paper, and the opening was not sealed with lacquer; it was simply folded twice and stuffed into the seal.

He walked to the stone table, sat down, placed the letter on it, poured himself a cup of tea, took a couple of sips, and then said, "It's from Haifeng City."

He paused, "That boy went into that state again last night."

This time, he said the scene he saw had changed. It wasn't underwater anymore; it was like looking down from a very high place, where he could see a slowly moving band of silver light covering a certain area.

Ling Feng picked up the letter: "The coverage area of ​​the silver light band is wider than last time."

The location he described was roughly near the edge of the crack.

Qian Renxue came out of the house and sat down on the stone bench: "Can he still control himself to enter that state now?"

Jin Chen said, "He said it was okay, but a completely quiet environment was required."

Ling Feng put down the letter: "Then let him continue recording, there's no need to interrupt him."

His perception was sharper than we expected; he saw new things every time he entered a state of heightened awareness.

Jin Chen nodded: "Then I'll write back tonight and ask him to maintain the current frequency."

He finished his tea, stood up, reached for the letter, and then, as if remembering something, turned to Ling Feng and said, "By the way, that child said that there were some smaller points of light moving in the band of light he saw this time."

He turned around. "I don't know what it is, but he said the lights seemed to be moving along a fixed path, not randomly, like they were patrolling."

After saying that, he waved his hand, turned around, and walked out of the courtyard.

Chen Yuan's practice that day lasted for two more breaths than the day before.

After dispelling the fog, he didn't rush to leave, but instead walked to the stone table and stood there for a moment.

He unscrewed the kettle, took a sip of water, and hesitated for a moment before putting the lid down: "I think it's starting to have its own rhythm."

Ling Feng sat on the stone bench: "Can you feel it flowing along its own path?"

Chen Yuan thought for a moment and said, "Yes."

Before, I was the one pushing it; now it's more like I'm following its rhythm.

Ling Feng nodded: "That means you've started to adapt to its flow pattern."

Lin Mu also arrived that afternoon.

He stopped in the yard, took a deep breath, reached out the branch, and stared at the bluish-gray leaf.

The edges of the leaf first shimmered with a very faint bluish light, then the entire leaf lit up, lasting for a longer time than yesterday before slowly dimming.

He looked down at the now-darkened leaf for a while, his fingers tightening slightly as if trying to confirm whether what had just happened was real.

Ning Rongrong stood to the side and glanced at the logbook: "He lasted two more breaths than yesterday."

Lin Mu glanced at the leaf again, then said, "Can I come again tomorrow morning?"

Ning Rongrong said, "Okay."

"When you arrive, just wait for me in the yard. No need to notify me in advance."

Lin Mu nodded, turned and walked out of the courtyard, his steps lighter than when he came.

The blacksmith's furnace was relit in the evening.

Tang San placed a piece of already heated iron onto the anvil, and the hammer fell with a continuous muffled thud.

Ah Yin was organizing the accounts behind the counter. She looked up for a while, then looked down and continued to put the numbers back in their places: "Teacher Liu came to pick up his short knife today, and he also brought an old woodcutter's knife with him, asking if you could repair it."

Tang San didn't stop hammering, but simply asked, "Is the blade bent, or is the handle loose?"

Ah Yin glanced down at the machete on the shelf: "The handle is loose. She said it's been used for too many years, and the connection between the handle and the blade has started to wobble."

Tang San put down the hammer: "Keep that knife; it can be fixed by tomorrow morning."

After night had completely fallen, Ling Feng sat on the veranda for a while, and Qian Renxue came out of the house and sat down next to him.

The sound of footsteps changing guards came from afar on the other side of the city wall, as if they were confirming the same position at fixed intervals, and then gradually faded away.

After sitting for a while, Qian Renxue asked, "Will Chen Yuan come again tomorrow morning?"

Ling Feng said, "Yes."

He's still getting used to the flow of the fog and is currently in a phase where he needs external feedback to confirm his progress.

Qian Renxue did not respond.

After a moment, she said to herself, "Lin Mu is starting to find his own rhythm."

Ling Feng said, "The fact that the bluish-gray leaves can light up means he has found the path."

Qian Renxue did not speak again.

The night breeze made some soft noises as it passed through the courtyard, then slowly stopped.

Those things that are growing continue to grow, and will continue to appear where they should be the next morning, each with its own rhythm and its own expectations.

Footsteps echoed from the city wall again, but no one looked up. They all knew that nothing had changed on that wall; the wind was simply reminding them that the path they had traversed countless times was still there, still ready to be trodden at any moment.

As the night breeze swept through the courtyard, the branches and leaves of the old locust tree rustled softly before gradually quieting down, as if responding to the conversation in its own way.

The next morning, before the fog had completely dissipated, Chen Yuan arrived.

He stood in the center of the courtyard, not in a hurry to release his martial spirit. He stood there for a while, as if waiting for his breathing to synchronize with the surrounding temperature.

Qian Renxue walked out from under the corridor and sat down at the stone table without making a sound to disturb him.

Chen Yuan raised his hand, and the wisp of mist rose from his palm, more stable than yesterday, with clearer edges and outlines.

He didn't try to stretch it out, but simply let it maintain its shape, standing there, occasionally gently turning his wrist as if sensing the direction of the mist's flow.

Jin Chen walked in from outside the courtyard gate, tiptoed around to the other side of the stone table, and held a bowl of porridge that had just been brought from the kitchen. As he drank, he looked at the steam in front of Chen Yuan and said, "He's much more composed today."

At this time of year, the fog would usually have already started to dissipate at the edges.

Ling Feng also came out of the house: "He's found his rhythm."

The rest is just a matter of time.

Chen Yuan cleared the fog, let out a long breath, walked to the stone table, and sat down on the stone bench.

Chapter 363 Sea Breeze City