Watching Huo Yuhao and the others set off, Nan Fusheng immediately brought his "human puzzle project" to an end.
With a casual wave of his hand, the meticulously crafted puppets were instantly recalled into storage space, the motion smooth and effortless.
"Qingque, wake up. Huo Yuhao and the others have already headed deeper into the Mixed Zone. We need to find a suitable spot in advance so we can have an 'unexpected encounter' with them."
Nan Fusheng's consciousness swiftly returned to the tent, where he reminded the still-soundly-asleep Qingque.
"Mmm~ Let me sleep a little longer."
Upon hearing Nan Fusheng's words, Qingque slowly opened her bleary eyes like a little animal disturbed from a pleasant dream, unconsciously wiping the drool from the corner of her mouth.
Then she rolled over and curled herself up, like a lazy kitten reluctant to part with a moment more of warmth and comfort.
"Get up!" Seeing that Qingque still wanted to go back to sleep, Nan Fusheng did not indulge her. His gaze sharpened, and he swung his hand down heavily on her perky backside without hesitation.
Smack— The crisp sound instantly shattered the tent's previous silence.
"Ah!!!"
Immediately afterward, a piercing shriek from the girl rang out. It was so loud that several little birds resting on branches outside the tent were startled into flight, fleeing in panic.
"Hiss~ Lord Fu Sheng, what was that for?!"
Qingque grimaced in pain and hurriedly rubbed her backside with one hand, her face full of agony. "Hiss~ Weren't you only partially conscious here? How could you still hit me?!"
Nan Fusheng calmly withdrew his hand, looking rather pleased with himself. In a matter-of-fact tone, he explained, "Soul Masters at the Limit Douluo level can cultivate their Spiritual Power until it becomes tangible."
"Do you think it