"Brother, you have to take a comprehensive view of the matter. Although you haven't become an immortal yet, you have preserved your reputation as one who has greatly enlightened the precipice of immortality!"
Li Ping'an's forehead creased with black lines as he suddenly raised a foot.
In an instant, accompanied by a "Brother, I was wrong", a figure flew out of the tent and lay prone on the grass outside the tent, unable to move for a good while.
Li Ping'an looked toward the corner of the tent, where four trusted aides had finished meditating and stood up from the four corners at the same time.
"You've worked hard to guard the meditation," Li Ping'an said, "go and rest.
Feng Zhansiang saluted with a fist, then made a hand gesture, leaving He Xinghe there as the other three aides headed to another large tent to cultivate.
Li Ping'an extended his Spiritual Sense, with a small half of the army camp reflected in his heart, finding a wholly new and wonderful view there.
