As time passed, Feng Shen, who was sitting cross-legged on the forest floor, was deep in cultivation, his breathing steady as energy flowed in perfect harmony with the surrounding environment.
Despite his meditative state, he kept a portion of his focus on his personal servant, who was still immersed in the freezing water.
Feng Shen could sense her faint shivers and the wavering fluctuations in her as she struggled to adapt to the cold.
However, then, his indifferent expression shifted.
A faint ripple disturbed the serene flow of the energy, like a whisper carried on the wind.
Feng Shen's brows furrowed slightly as his senses sharpened.
Someone was approaching—no, multiple people were.
Sighing softly, Feng Shen rose gracefully from his seated position, brushing a thin layer of dirt off his robe.
His expression remained calm, but his eyes held a sharp, calculating glint.
