"What are you reading?" Ge Erdan asked.
"Medical books."
"Medical books? Aren't you blind?"
"I can see a little."
"Oh."
Ge Erdan leaned over curiously and looked for a while, but soon lost interest.
Ever since childhood, he had loathed things like reading and writing.
Of course, he had never had the chance to learn them, either.
A torrential downpour raged outside, leaving everyone waiting in the mortuary for the rain to stop.
Li Ping'an took a sip of wine to warm himself.
At first, noise filled the mortuary and its surroundings.
Before long, however, the mortuary fell quiet.
The long journey had already left many of them utterly exhausted.
Snores mingled with the sound of rain outside.
Li Ping'an sat cross-legged in a corner.
"What breathing method is that?" a voice asked.
"Just an obscure martial art," Li Ping'an replied mildly.
Zhang Long narrowed his eyes slightly, having noticed something unusual about Li Ping'an's breathing method.
Li Ping'an was still using the Turtle Breath Technique's breathing method, with its six syllables: xu, he, hu, si, chui, and xi.
He had just been using the xu formula, which required softly uttering "xu" while exhaling after drawing a breath.
The inhalation had to last longer than the exhalation, taking in as much pure air as possible.
This stimulated blood flow throughout the body and promoted metabolism.
The breath was released gently through the mouth, never exhausted in a single exhalation; after beginning with twenty breaths, pure air would spread protectively throughout the organs, chest, and diaphragm.
Having just been drenched in cold rain, Li Ping'an used this breathing method to dispel the chill within his body.
With his current physique, a single soaking in the rain would hardly damage his foundations.
That would make him far too fragile, but Li Ping'an