The mountain wilderness was especially quiet at night. A breeze brushed past the treetops, and the low growls of magical beasts could occasionally be heard in the distance. Yet Ang, lying in his tent, could not fall asleep no matter what. Thoughts churned endlessly through his mind—the day's adventure, the traces of magical beasts, and the improvement in his own strength all mingled together. At last, he decided to leave the tent and breathe in the cool night air. Perhaps that would calm his thoughts.
When Ang stepped out of the tent, he found the campsite silent and deserted. It seemed everyone had already fallen asleep. Strangely, no one was keeping watch. Although the students did not seem overly concerned about the safety of this area, Ang still felt uneasy. He saw that the tea set the senior students had used for red tea was still casually left in the middle of the camp. Clearly, during their post-dinner chat, no one had given much thought to nighttime safety.
Ang found a large rock and lay flat on it, gazing up at the star-filled sky. Starlight spilled across the mountains, and his thoughts drifted into the distance with the stars. He closed his eyes and felt the flow of Qi force within him. During this period, he had clearly sensed that his Qi force had become more abundant. Every Qi force node in his body seemed to have opened up, allowing the energy within him to flow incomparably smoothly. Ang silently calculated that he had opened more than two hundred Qi force nodes. Such progress filled him with anticipation for his future growth in combat strength.
The Magic Waist Pouch beside his hand lay quietly there, holding the weapons he commonly used: a long saber, a shield, and a short hand