Chapter 18: Concealed Edge Method, Cyan Edge Method
Two bright mirrors hung high in the sky.
Beneath the bridge, Chen Lingxi's eyes lit up at the Venerable Cauldron's question. He seemed to have prepared for this.
Sitting cross-legged on the damp, shadowed stone slabs beneath the bridge, he said respectfully, "Venerable Cauldron above, this junior is bold enough to ask!
"Do you... have any techniques that a cultivator on the Qi Circulation 2nd Floor can practice?"
A brief, dead silence filled the space beneath the bridge.
The vertical pupil narrowed slightly. On that patchwork face, the infant's lips curled up, the old man's brow furrowed tightly, and a hint of amusement flashed across the youth's features.
The expressions of these several faces overlapped and shifted before finally freezing into a single bizarre look.
"Techniques?"
The Venerable Cauldron spoke, its voice deep as the rumbling of the earth's veins. Every syllable hammered against Chen Lingxi's chest, shaking his qi and blood.