After writing another list for Liu Lang to bring back the medicinal herbs, Chen Yi sent Wang Ji and Zhang Dabao back.
Afterward, he deactivated his Black Tortoise Concealing Breath and listened intently to the sounds around him.
Once he confirmed there were only commoners nearby, he slowly began to practice a set of the Mountain Shattering Fist.
Not for Cultivation, but simply to stretch his muscles.
Outside, the sky was still blanketed by dark clouds.
However, the thunder and lightning had ceased, and the rain had lightened considerably.
A series of dripping sounds echoed through the modest residence.
Some were from the rain striking the roof tiles, others from water dripping off the eaves and onto the stone pavers below.
It added a touch of life to the surrounding quiet.
Chen Yi, however, paid them no mind. The sounds didn't even register.
He simply practiced the Mountain Shattering Fist in the dimly lit room, his mind occupied with what was to come.
