The sky was brightening.
Morning light filtered through the dense canopy, spilling into the deserted village.
The campfire from last night had already turned into ashes, and Zhang Yuan, seated cross-legged before the fire pit, opened his eyes and reached out for a piece of dry firewood, channeling True Essence into it.
Crack!
The firewood could not withstand it, immediately splitting into pieces and bursting into flames.
The Primordial Celestial Spirit True Method practiced by Zhang Yuan belonged to the Qianyang Technique category, extremely rigid, yang, and fierce. Using True Essence to ignite fire was just a minor trick.
He casually tossed the burning wood into the pile of ashes in front of him and added a few more branches.
He set up a new campfire.
Su Jingyao, sitting opposite him, also returned to her senses from her meditative state.
The two exchanged smiles.
Zhang Yuan boiled a pot of water and added half an ounce of tea leaves he had brought.
