It was already three in the morning, and the night was even darker. The forest outside the male dormitory of the Martial Arts Academy was much darker and quieter than at night.
However, if one listened carefully, one could hear faint slow and stable breathing coming from the forest.
Looking in the direction of the breathing, under the light of the street lamp that was no longer bright, he could see a figure sitting cross-legged in the empty space in the forest without moving.
If not for the fact that they could hear his breathing and occasionally see the weak rise and fall of his chest, anyone would treat him as a statue at first glance.
Of course, Chu Nan was not a statue, but all his attention was already placed on the Internal Breath that was continuously flowing in his meridians. He did not dare to be distracted at all, let alone use any extra strength to move his body.
