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Liang Hui gazed deeply in the direction the woman had fled, set down his spear, and caressed his somewhat caved-in chest.
His dark skin slowly faded until it returned to its original hue.
"Who exactly are you, and why are you here in the encampment?" A muffled voice came from a silver-armored Great Han standing nearby.
Liang Hui had no intention of responding and muttered to himself,
"Break!"
The moment the word was uttered, everything around him began to blur.
When things became clear again, he had returned to reality, sitting cross-legged on his bed.
The corner of the room, where a small mountain of medicinal herbs should have been piled, was empty; most had been used by Liang Hui.
The small portion of high-level precious medicinal herbs had also been stored by Liang Hui in his storage necklace.
