At this moment, Xiao Ruo was lying silently on a tree with his upper body exposed, though he didn't have bulging muscles, he appeared very sturdy. Not a single drop of sweat was on his bronze skin. His breathing was extremely stable, so steady that it almost reached a state of tranquility. He lay there silently, his gaze calm as he looked forward, while simultaneously releasing the Qi inside his body, sensing the changes in his surroundings.
The wind rustled the branches, making a rustling sound.
