Han Ting's duties were clearly divided from those of the other Spirit Transformation Realm cultivators of his clan. He was specifically responsible for liaising with the Red-Eyed Flame-Horned Beast Clan.
But during this period, he had no desire to adjust any troop deployments. Thus, after spending a little time in the main tent each day, he would return to his cave abode in the rear.
Han Ting quickly returned to his own cave abode in the rear. Humming a tune, he brewed himself a cup of spiritual tea, intending to enter cultivation after settling his state of mind.
Though he looked down on the other Phoenix Four Clans, he had always been exceedingly serious about his own cultivation.
Han Ting knew that only by continuously growing stronger would his status within the clan rise day by day.
Seated in his chair, Han Ting reached out and took the freshly brewed spiritual tea from beside him. He watched the emerald tea leaves whirl endlessly in the cup and inhaled the fragrance of the wisps of green smoke rising from it.
Though he had yet to drink the tea, waves of refreshing fragrance had already seeped from the tip of his nose into his heart and lungs. Han Ting could not help gently shaking the teacup in his hand as he took another deep breath of its aroma.
His consciousness immediately felt at peace. The troubles lingering in his mind seemed to have completely vanished into thin air at that moment.
"War is itself a form of tempering. Who says there can be no leisure amid bloodshed? It all depends on how one adjusts one's state of mind..."
Han Ting thought smugly. After taking a few sips of tea, he intended to head to the rear and cultivate in peace.
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