Returning to the Warring States Era! The Palace of Flesh's Choice: Stop While Ahead, or Be Greedy to the End?

On the rooftop, Chisa sat cross-legged in a breathable practice robe, bathing in the morning sunlight.

Inhale... exhale...

The girl breathed in a childish rhythm, exhaling hot air.

It was mid-July. Even in the early morning, the temperature had already risen above thirty degrees, to say nothing of facing the sun directly.

Crystal-clear beads of sweat trickled across Chisa's forehead, following the contours of her face before gathering at her chin. Even the sparse drops that fell straight down were enough to soak her eyelashes.

Hot. It was far too hot.

The stuffy air and sticky sweat made Chisa feel as though countless tiny ants were crawling all over her body.

But she did not move. She merely endured it.

Even her gaze remained fixed on a distant high-rise, perfectly still!

Whatever her master had said she should do during her morning cultivation, she did exactly that, carrying out every requirement to the letter.

But she could not sense or achieve the "tranquility of the heart" and "rhythm of breathing" her master had mentioned. All she felt was as if she had been thrown into a steamer and was being slowly roasted.

"Slow-roasting over low heat."

The phrase she had learned while studying how to cook suddenly appeared in Chisa's mind.

All sorts of strange thoughts that normally would never occur to her sprang up like weeds, and Chisa cut down one crop only for another to grow.

There was nothing she could do. Like an old farmer waiting for a rabbit by a tree stump, she could only cut down each distracting thought as soon as it appeared.

Suddenly, Chisa felt even hotter.

It was as though a second sun had risen from the other side, making her want to stick her tongue out of her closed mouth to