Could it be true that what one worries about always comes to pass?
Feeling the chaos within, Fu Qian muttered to himself.
Even after practicing for so long just now, it would take at least a minute to straighten out all the chaos.
But with the lamp nearly filled, the prison guard might turn around and leave at any moment.
If he missed this opportunity, it would probably be another day's wait.
Though he would have more time for adaptation exercises, the risk of being discovered also increased.
However, if he didn't want to miss the chance, he needed to untangle the jumbled nerves within ten seconds.
Unfortunately, that was impossible!
Fu Qian was very aware that he was not sufficiently familiar with his own body.
By then, the prison guard had already added oil, and was slowly lowering the lampshade, turning to prepare to walk out.
He couldn't wait any longer!
Fu Qian struggled to stand, raising his head and throwing a punch.
