Zane remained seated calmly at the edge of James' bed, his face a mask of serene concentration. He had just finished administering a treatment he hoped would bring some relief to James, whose chronic pain had been a source of concern for months. The room was silent except for the soft ticking of the clock on the wall.Emma, who had been watching anxiously, noticed a subtle shift in her father's expression. Her eyes, previously clouded with worry, now sparkled with a mixture of hope and relief. She couldn't contain her joy and rushed to her father's side, her heart swelling with emotion. With a gentle touch, she asked, her voice laced with cautious optimism, “Dad, are your legs really feeling better?” Her eyes searched his face for confirmation, longing for the positive change she so desperately wished to see.Turning to Zane, her expression was one of earnest inquiry. “Zane, do you think my father will be able to walk normally again?” Zane responded with a reassuring nod, his v

Zane was still deep in his meditation outside, while Emma and James remained inside the house. The air inside was warm with the scent of herbs and spices, as James was busy cooking in the kitchen. Emma watched him for a moment, then decided to take over the task."Emma, what do you think you're doing?" James asked, stopping her in her tracks. "It's better if you contact Zane and join him," he continued, his tone gentle but firm. "Let me handle the cooking."James had always supported the relationship between Zane and Emma. He believed that Emma needed someone like Zane in her life, a dependable and kind-hearted man."But, Dad, there's no point," Emma replied, holding up Zane’s phone. "I found his phone on the couch. It looks like he accidentally left it behind."James nodded thoughtfully. "In that case, just wait for him to come back. If you want to cook for him, make sure it’s something delicious. Don’t let him be disappointed."Emma couldn't help but chuckle at her father’s advic

Zane was deep in meditation, his mind focused and his breathing steady. The serene atmosphere enveloped him, making him feel connected to the natural surroundings. However, this tranquility was abruptly shattered. He sensed a sudden, alarming presence, a feeling of danger that pulled him out of his meditative state.As he opened his eyes, he quickly scanned the area. His gaze was drawn downward, where he saw a figure struggling in the water below. The person was flailing, clearly in distress, and calling out desperately for help. The urgency of the situation was palpable, and Zane knew he had to act swiftly.The rock he was perched on was high above the waterfall pool, at least a dozen meters up. The height was intimidating, and the jagged rocks below made the descent even more perilous. But Zane’s cultivation had heightened his senses and abilities, giving him an acute awareness of his surroundings and the potential dangers they held.Taking a deep breath to center himself, Za

Zane had just finished his meditation session, searching for a source of water, when a sudden notification appeared in front of him, announcing the advancement of his cultivation level. "Wow, I didn't expect that my meditation could actually make me level up," Zane murmured to himself, still in disbelief at the unexpected progress.[Yes, host. Without you realizing it, your meditation has granted you a significant increase in strength.] Initially, Zane had begun his meditation not with the intention of leveling up but out of a sincere desire to help his village. He knew the villagers were struggling with a shortage of clean water, and he hoped his meditation would lead him to a hidden source. He had dedicated himself earnestly to the task, focusing all his energy on detecting a good water source that would benefit everyone in the village.One bright morning, Zane and Emma were returning home from their morning exercise. The air was fresh, and the sun was just beginning to warm up

When night fell, Zane put his plan into action. The air was cool and the streets were bathed in the soft, eerie light of the full moon. As he stepped out of James's house, a few curious eyes followed his every move, peering out from behind curtains and half-opened windows.Some of these residents were part of an online chat group, a virtual neighborhood watch of sorts. The notifications started buzzing as soon as Zane left the house. One of them quickly typed, "Look out your window, my assumption was right. He left just as the lunar eclipse started.""Really?" came a swift reply. The sender rushed to their window, pulling back the curtains just enough to get a clear view of the street. "His movements are very suspicious. What if we follow him to see what he's up to?""That's a great idea," another agreed. Without hesitation, a few of them decided to act on their suspicions. They kept their distance, staying a few dozen meters behind Zane, careful not to draw attention to themselv