Duan Yun looked at his palm, operating his True Qi in accordance with the method he had realized in his dream.
His palm seemed to harbor an almost imperceptible inward sucking wind, very faint, at most capable of slightly moving a spider web.
Obviously, this was a Cultivation Technique that could cause others' True Qi to gather towards his own palm; in Duan Yun's mind, the closest equivalent was probably the "Beiming Divine Skill."
But to truly grasp its effects, he still needed to test it on someone.
The first person Duan Yun thought of was Murong.
The person who was closest to him.
But he was worried that using it on Murong might cause issues.
By this time, it was almost dark.
Whether because he had just comprehended a Cultivation Technique or was simply tired, he had slept for quite a long time.
Looking at the tadpole script he had copied and dropped on the floor, Duan Yun couldn't help but comment: "How is this stuff more sleep-inducing than a language class?"
