Chapter 300 Parent-Teacher Meeting

• At dawn, the eastern horizon bled thin threads of light. Everything felt so pure it calmed the soul, like a soft ink-wash painting scented with fresh grass.
• “Breath flows steady in the acupuncture point; energy coils, enters the Yuan Palace; golden light appears, shining without end...”
• On the rooftop, a man in pajamas sat cross-legged, murmuring under his breath. Wisps of white air streamed into his Baihui point. Each breath sent sharp jets of white mist spitting out like arrows, shooting several inches before fading.