Returning to the top of the desert island with a long sword, breathing in the salty fresh sea breeze, Zhang Xiaohua felt somewhat emotional, no wonder there were few people who practiced escape techniques. Running around underground all day, where can one experience the freedom of flying high above? He had only stayed below the desert island for less than a day, yet breathing the usual sea breeze felt so comfortable, not to mention constantly escaping underground.
Seated cross-legged, Zhang Xiaohua carefully checked his own meridians and found that using the long sword to perform Earth Escape consumed several times more True Qi than before when he escaped alone. The cost was quite significant.
"Forget it, forget it, just take it, maybe when I get old, I can use it as a cane,"
It took all of Zhang Xiaohua's effort to persuade himself not to throw it into the sea.
