Zhui Feng yawned, then reached back to scratch his own back—it was itchy.
He hadn't bathed recently. Had he grown lice...? Of course, this might just have been his imagination. After all, he was simply far too bored at the moment.
Because early that morning, his big brother Mo Xiaofei—or more accurately, Brother Mo Xiaofei, who seemed to have suddenly become a different person—had gotten up to meditate. He had even said something about the yang energy in the morning glow being extremely precious, and that it could temper the body's pure yang power, allowing one to keep his "golden spear" erect or something.
Although he asked strange questions from time to time and seemed to have even less common sense than Zhui Feng, Zhui Feng still felt that Brother Mo Xiaofei was the same Brother Mo Xiaofei as before. He had merely "fallen asleep" inside his own body, while another "Mo Xiaofei" had awakened.
Zhui Feng didn't know how to explain this phenomenon. He simply had that feeling.
But accompanying the current Brother Mo Xiaofei in meditation was truly painful—hadn't they been sitting here for almost two hours already?
Suddenly, on a large stone in the bamboo grove, the meditating "Mo Xiaofei" slowly opened his eyes and exhaled. "Mm, this era is truly outrageous. The primordial energy is actually so turbid that an hour of breathing exercises can't compare to fifteen minutes in the past... Still, this body is full of vigor, as if it possesses endless potential."
He was thinking to himself when he saw Zhui Feng open his eyes and stare at him curiously.
This half-grown demon had a simple mind and seemed to have an excellent relationship with the body of this lifetime... "Mo Xiaofei" pondered for a moment, then suddenly looked at Zhui Feng. "Zhui