At dawn on the first day after Huo Rong's death.
Near Fortress No. 76, in an abandoned Scavenger Camp mostly buried beneath yellow sand.
"Sir... sir?"
Wu Man's voice kept ringing by his ear, forcing Wang Jixuan to wake from meditation.
Actually, this was still a rather critical moment for him.
Wang Jixuan's mind still echoed with cries of unwillingness and chants of Buddhist scriptures. It was painful, but under the harmonization of his Mahayana Remnant Soul, the demonic arts and Buddhist teachings reached a certain balance.
Much like the Mutual Restraint and Generation pursued by Daoist Sect Techniques such as Taiji Two Forms.
This was an entirely new insight. It would help deepen his understanding of the Great Dao, and it also made Wang Jixuan vaguely realize the shortcomings of his Family Technique, the Azure Reed Art, in certain respects.
Unfortunately, this insight had only been a brief taste;
After seven or eight straight hours of pain, he had only felt comfortable for a little over an hour.
Wang Jixuan opened his eyes. His left eye held a golden pupil, his right was blood-red, and then both swiftly returned to azure light. A faint aura spread outward from around him, filling the air with a subtle fragrance.
Wu Man nearly stared blankly.
The youth held a tray containing bottled water and a freshly made sandwich.
He said quietly, "Sir, you haven't had water or food for a long time. You should eat something."
Wang Jixuan nodded with a smile, took the tray, and extended his spiritual sense outward.
Uh, there were a lot of people.
A large military force had already surrounded the place.
Several familiar figures were resting in makeshift beach chairs. Black Shell Instructor was among them.
That fellow Zhou Zhengde had come too, sleeping soundly with