After sending Ji Zhen away, Yang Zhenshan submerged himself in secluded cultivation within the mansion for two days.
Exchanging ideas with Ji Zhen, he gained quite a bit.
Although it did not directly enhance his cultivation, it enriched his understanding and perception of Martial Arts in several different ways.
In the courtyard of the main house at Marquis Mansion, Yang Zhenshan stood still like a statue, with snowflakes swirling from the sky, landing softly, thick and fast, on his shoulders and head.
However, Yang Zhenshan kept his eyes closed and did not move, disregarding the snow that accumulated more and more on his head and shoulders.
Inside the hall, Qingyi was sitting by the stove making a cotton-padded coat for Ming Zhao, occasionally looking up at Yang Zhenshan outside the door.
Qingxia and Red Cloud looked on with curiosity, not understanding what Yang Zhenshan was doing.
