When the White-Haired Demon Queen returned to the end of the cave, Kwak Yeon was already seated in cultivation.

For a moment she gazed at him, sitting cross-legged in the dim glow.

“……!”

He was merely in circulation, and yet the Hermit Taoist seemed changed.

‘Could it be the subtle working of that Wudang True Realm mental art?’

Even if not, he surely appeared different.

The very fact that he had conceived of mental-image sparring (심상논검) meant his comprehension of mental cultivation was extraordinarily deep.