"Pfft!"
At the center of the military camp, inside the command tent, a man with a face full of curly whiskers snapped his eyes open. A sharp gleam flashed through them, and the Qi and Blood throughout his body erupted in a surging torrent!
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...
Scalding air burst from every pore of his body like a gale!
The wind lifted the tent on all sides, and it collapsed in an instant!
Amid the flying dust, his personal guards hurried over, drawing swords and sabers to protect their commander. Instead, they saw the bare-chested, curly-whiskered man tear through the tent and step outside.
"No need to worry." The man took a cloak from a guard and wrapped it around himself. "Something went wrong with my cultivation and affected the tent. We'll be breaking camp and marching out soon anyway, so there's no need to put it up again."
After reassuring everyone, the man returned to the collapsed tent and sat cross-legged to regulate his breathing. He pressed down the streams of Qi and Blood rampaging through his body.
At a thought, all 108 of his apertures trembled together. Like 108 whirlpools, they swallowed the unruly Qi and Blood, refined and transformed it, and soon brought it back under control. He returned to normal and rose to his feet.
Yet his brow remained tightly furrowed.
"Today was truly unexpected. That Chen Cuo came right to us and seized our thoughts. By now, he's probably refined them! That alone would be one thing. The problem is, we decided on the spot to leave separately precisely to keep him from noticing that Peach Paradise, and to close the entrance while we were at it. Who would have thought we'd make things worse by trying to fix them..."
At the thought, the man's