"Inheritance?" Xiao Yi muttered to himself.
He glanced at the words in his mind.
It was a hand technique.
With his comprehension, understanding this hand technique wouldn't be difficult.
Intuition told him that the opportunity to pass through this barrier lay in this hand technique.
After several minutes, Xiao Yi suddenly moved.
His palms began to move in a profound manner.
Following the words in his mind, he started to perform the hand technique.
The technique was clearly very profound.
As Xiao Yi performed, he contemplated in his mind.
Gradually, he sunk into this indescribable sensation.
While his palms danced, his mind was fully immersed in his thoughts.
Nothing around him could catch his eye or attention.
Around him seemed to become a blank space.
In this blankness, only he danced alone.
With neither joy nor sorrow, undisturbed by the outside world.
The mysterious hand technique was at times forceful, at other times supple.
