Ai Hui meditated for much longer this time. By the time he finished, it was already dusk. All traces of exhaustion vanished from his body, a testament to the efficacy of entering a meditative state while wielding the sword. Previous Circulatory Cycle Revolutions were driven only by his lungs, but now the sword embryo enhanced its movements as well.
The sun set over the horizon, signaling the end of another day.
The morning’s massacre lay fresh in everyone’s minds. A lingering fear hovered over the edges of their conscious minds like a dissipating column of smoke.
At the very least, they were now much calmer than they had been in the morning.
The good news was that Jiang Wei and Wang Xiaoshan managed to simultaneously achieve a breakthrough.
When comparing base levels, Jiang Wei was much weaker than Sang Zhijun. In terms of fighting prowess, however, they were equals.
