Raindrops gently tap against the window, creating a delicate and rhythmic melody.
Then, as if to harmonize with the rain, a distant rumble of thunder begins to sound.
The thunder is low and deep, as if coming from behind the clouds, with a long, drawn-out echo that causes the windowpanes to tremble ever so slightly.
But if one listens closely, it's actually originating from the previously serene room.
Fang Cheng stands silently in the living room, quietly circulating True Qi and practicing Qigong.
His breath is barely perceptible, inhaling and exhaling.
His entire musculature, joints, and blood all tremble in unison, emitting a resonant hum.
At the same time, wisps of white steam continuously emerge from his legs, arms, shoulders, and head, curling upwards.
His skin is suffused with a red hue, as if he were a kettle boiling water, with steam bursting out, creating an awe-inspiring scene.
