Chen Mo swept the area with his Spiritual Sense and found that the preparations were fairly complete. He nodded. "All right. Calm your mind and steady your nerves. We'll begin tonight."
"Okay!" Bai Xiaotian nodded, but his heart refused to settle. After decades of waiting, the day had finally come. Anyone in his position would probably have been just as unable to remain calm.
In truth, Chen Mo had told him to calm himself because he could see that Bai Xiaotian was agitated. Receiving treatment in that state would not do.
The Dantian was the most important part of a Martial Artist. It had already been severely damaged by external force, and if his breathing and energy remained unstable while it was being restored, the process could cause secondary damage to the Dantian.
After one injury, recovery was practically impossible without special methods. A second injury would leave no hope of recovery at all.
Therefore, failing to calm himself could lead to extremely serious consequences.
That was why Chen Mo had asked Bai Xiaotian to settle his mind, regulate his breathing, and wait until he was completely stable.
The two sat in the living room. One emptied his mind, trying to let everything go and achieve complete calm. The other slowly circulated his True Essence, cultivating and practicing.
When treating Bai Xiaotian later, Chen Mo would need to use his True Essence to gather the shattered Dantian back together. Therefore, he needed to replenish his True Essence as well.
Although he had meditated and recovered a little in the early morning, since he Had Time, he naturally needed to cultivate properly.
As the sky gradually darkened, the room became somewhat dim because no lights had been turned on.
In Myanmar, many villages had no electricity, or had electricity but few