In the Cambodian countryside, sleeping out in the wilderness meant serving yourself up as food for mosquitoes. It was like washing yourself clean and delivering yourself right to their mouths. The mosquitoes here were small but highly venomous; one bite was enough to leave you in unbearable pain and itching. Chen Mo had no idea how most Cambodians endured it, especially since they generally did not use much mosquito-repelling equipment when they slept.
But for Chen Mo, none of this was a problem. As long as he used an Isolation Talisman, mosquitoes would basically be unable to harm him. If he added a Restriction around himself, he could maintain an extremely comfortable temperature. Chen Mo would never mistreat himself. Even if he was meditating in a tree, he had to do it properly. Life needed a sense of ceremony, after all.
Still, none of this mattered much to Chen Mo. Though he was outside and perched in a tree, a single Talisman was enough to solve the problem. He had no fear of mosquitoes whatsoever.
Time slowly passed as Chen Mo sat in meditation and performed Internal Circulation. After several major cycles, the sky had begun to brighten faintly. By then, sounds gradually rose from the village, along with the cries of various animals. Roosters began crowing one after another.
People gradually woke up, and Chen Mo slowly concluded his exercise. Then his Spiritual Sense swept out as he watched Li Bing. Perhaps that fellow had gone to bed late the previous night, because he was still snoring away peacefully.
When daylight fully broke, Li Bing finally woke up and began washing up. Since he still had goods to deliver today and would be busy all day, he cooked some food for breakfast and prepared some to take along as