But soon, his brows knitted even tighter.
"At a time like this, you're telling me that?"
Ning Fan sighed softly. "Your thoughts are in turmoil."
Naturally, his deputy did not realize that the problem lay with him. "How are my thoughts in turmoil? You don't live inside my head, so how would you know?"
Ning Fan gave his deputy a long, searching look. "Think carefully. Would your former self have spoken to me like this?"
Perhaps because he still retained some reason, the deputy actually began to reflect.
Ning Fan handed his deputy a bottle of pills. "Take one, then sit where you are and meditate properly."
With that, Ning Fan turned his gaze to the other Shadow Pavilion disciples he led. "Anyone else who feels agitated should take a Clear-Mind Pill and meditate.
"I don't want my team falling into disarray before we've even begun fighting the enemy."
Ning Fan's words were like a bucket of cool water on a scorching summer day, bringing quite a few people back to their senses.
Every disciple followed Ning Fan's instructions, swallowing a Clear-Mind Pill before sitting down on the spot to meditate, trying to dispel the distracting thoughts in their hearts.
For a time, silence settled over the gathering.
Ning Fan surveyed his surroundings and took out a palm-sized disc. It was smooth and lustrous white, and even the demonic qi surrounding it could not affect it in the slightest.
"Check the concentration of demonic qi nearby."
The light on the lustrous white disc flickered twice, almost as though it were responding to Ning Fan.
Before long, that white light began to change.
The white gradually faded, replaced by a hazy gray. As time passed, the gray deepened as well, actually shifting toward black.
After roughly the time it took an