After successfully circulating the Three Points of Human Tribulation Finger through one Cosmic Orbit, Chen Ping'an did not continue cultivating in his room.
By his reckoning, five or six days had already passed since he entered the room.
They were still within White Cloud Temple, and many matters had yet to be fully settled. It had been one thing when he had failed to master the Divine Technique before, but now that he had found the path, there was no need to rush.
"Lord Chen!"
Seeing Chen Ping'an emerge from his room, an elite runner from the garrison respectfully greeted him.
"Mm." Chen Ping'an gave a slight nod and inquired about the situation of recent days.
After five or six days, the campaign to suppress the Heavenly Luo Sect had reached its final stages. Following Chen Ping'an's earlier orders, the garrison had strengthened its defenses and patrols around the area. They had even captured several fleeing remnants of the Heavenly Luo Sect.
"Mm, I understand. My injuries have initially recovered. Pass down the order: over these next two days, finish tidying up matters. Aside from a portion of personnel staying behind to guard and wrap things up, everyone else will return to the garrison first! As for this suppression campaign, I will personally seek credit for everyone from the Wei River Town Pacification Office!"
"Yes! Thank you, my lord!" The man stood ramrod straight, his expression somewhat excited.
The time to reap the harvest had finally come! They had tied their heads to their belts and faced death without fear—what had it all been for, if not this?
Afterward, Chen Ping'an walked around White Cloud Temple and occasionally encountered runners. Their attitude toward him was exceedingly respectful, and some even looked at him with admiration.
Compared with before, their attitudes