Before they knew it, it was late at night.
The two thousand government soldiers in the mountain hollow had crossed the mountains and passed Crouching Dragon Cave. Standing on the summit, they could faintly see fires blanketing the mountains deep in the wilderness.
On a nameless ridge, dim yellow lamplight shone inside a cave. Pei Xiangjun patrolled outside its entrance with her spear, occasionally taking out the Telescope to observe movements deep in the mountains.
Luo Ning stood at the entrance with her arms folded, carefully observing Ye Jingtang's complexion.
Ye Jingtang sat cross-legged on the ground, his eyes closed in meditation. He had remained motionless for roughly two hours. His upper body had turned faintly red, wisps of white mist rose from his forehead, and the entire cave had grown somewhat hot and dry.
Although the blood and qi inside him surged so fiercely that even his blood vessels bulged slightly, the Snow Lake Flower's meridian-protecting effects were truly astonishing. His qi meridians were stretched open by the surging force, but the tiny cracks that appeared healed in the blink of an eye, without even a hint of pain. Even the dark red marks on his back had completely disappeared.
As the qi meridians throughout his body were opened, expanded, and reinforced, Ye Jingtang felt increasingly strange-the meridians running down the center of his front and along his spine had originally been connected, yet something had obstructed them. As they gradually stabilized and reached a certain threshold, it felt as though he had passed through a narrow gap into a suddenly open world. His hearing and vision sharpened, and his entire body seemed to grow clearer.
Ye Jingtang felt that he had probably opened all the meridians in his body. Leaving everything else aside, his hearing alone had improved