Yang Jing held his breath again and carefully scanned the depths of the dense forest several times.
His gaze swept over every gap in the leaves and branches. After confirming there were truly no figures and not another sound, his anxious heart finally settled, and he quietly sighed in relief.
Though Yang Jing had relaxed, he hadn't let his guard down completely. Not daring to dawdle any longer, he quickly finished his bath, then took his discarded outer shirt to the stream and began scrubbing it in the icy water.
The sweat stains on the shirt were quickly washed away. He wrung the water from the fabric and put it straight back on.
He then circulated the Inner Strength in his body. A warm current of Inner Strength flowed through his meridians, spreading throughout him.
His qi and blood surged, and a faint warmth radiated from his body.
The damp clothes were steamed by the heat, and in just a moment, they became dry and comfortable, without a trace of moisture left.
