That night, Chen Shouyi still trained all night.
But it was all in vain.
The limits of the human body clearly weren't easy to break through.
On the second day after order was restored, several soldiers came to see him.
Seven or eight trucks, loaded with a large number of civilian warriors, slowly drove toward the old city district.
Chen Shouyi sat in his seat with his eyes closed, resting.
According to information from the military, large groups of barbarians had begun withdrawing toward Pingzhou over the past few days, but many were still scattered across the corners of Hedong.
The possible reason was both laughable and exasperating.
Poor communications and... getting lost!
The city was too big. Even modern people could lose their sense of direction in an unfamiliar city, let alone barbarians who had never seen such a vast, complex, modern city.
Buildings stood in rows, blocking the view.
Countless roads.
It was practically an impossibly complex maze.
Once inside, all it took was a short walk before you had no idea where you were.
The truck was utterly quiet. Everyone sat in tense silence, not a soul speaking.
Chen Shouyi's presence hung over the place like low pressure, making the atmosphere oppressive. Especially with his eyes closed, no one dared make a sound and disturb him.
To the warriors here, a Martial Master was practically a god, someone to be held in awe.
Chen Shouyi hadn't slept for two whole days and nights.
But with his constitution, he barely felt tired. He'd closed his eyes simply because he couldn't be bothered to talk.
The vast majority of the warriors here were newly promoted.
Chen Shouyi didn't know a single one of them. Better to keep his eyes closed than sit there awkwardly making eye contact with strangers