A month later.
This morning, Luo Zheng once again came to the secret room to practice knife skills and found Lan Xue had also arrived. They nodded to each other in mutual understanding. Over the past month, they had become accustomed to this routine. As usual, they released a few wasps after entering, and the two continued to practice knife skills. After an hour, they still hadn't hit a single wasp, but neither was discouraged, continually trying various angles to swing and retract their knives, repeating the same actions over and over.
While Luo Zheng was engrossed in practice, he suddenly switched to using his family-inherited Breathing Skill to regulate his breathing, gradually entering a state of tranquility. In this state, Luo Zheng keenly noticed that the wasps' flying speed had slowed down, and their trajectories seemed easier to track. Ecstatic, he hurriedly focused and calmed himself to maintain this state.
