Chapter 748
Yang Fan suddenly felt a little confused.
He stared blankly at the chisel in his right hand, his two thick eyebrows squeezed tightly together.
What did he just do?
That last chisel stroke—he hadn’t thought about anything, just casually delivered it, and the result was incredibly smooth, far smoother than when he deliberately controlled the intensity of his Inner Qi.
Could it be...
There’s no need to consciously control Inner Qi and balance the three factors?
Let’s try again.
Yang Fan maintained the flow of his Inner Qi, took up the chisel, and gently struck again.
Watching the silky wood shavings curl up, he couldn’t help but laugh.
This is just absurd.
When carefully and deliberately controlling it, everything felt difficult and awkward; yet by letting nature take its course, allowing his Inner Qi to play freely, the results were unexpectedly good.