C50 Requesting for a Place

It was as if an invisible barrier stood before him.

"The Old City Lord should be able to channel all his Qi into this. Am I still lacking in practice?" Yang Xuan mused, lifting his head to eye the door, now obstructed by a wad of paper. His brow furrowed in concentration.

In his relentless pursuit of perfection, he had forsaken sleep and sustenance, putting even his cultivation on hold