The next morning, just as dawn broke, Liberty Valley was still immersed in a thin layer of morning mist.
The humidity in the mountains was wrapped in the fragrance of grass and trees, flowing slowly along the gaps in the valley, and the embers of the bonfire left by last night’s carnival had long since cooled, leaving only a few wisps of pale white smoke, gently drifting in the air.
The entire valley has not yet fully awakened, and only a few crisp birdsongs came intermittently from the depths of the dense forest, breaking the silence of the morning.
Chen Ping stood alone in the center of the courtyard, slowly stretching his muscles and bones.
He drank a lot at the celebration banquet last night, bowls after bowls of spirits entered his throat, and the scorching wine burned his chest hot.
But for Chen Ping, this bit of alcohol is nothing at all.
The chaotic power in the body only operated gently for two weeks, and a gentle but domineering force traveled along the meridians throughout the body.
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