It was already late autumn.
The weather had started to grow chilly.
In the mornings, one could even see white frost on the withered wild grass.
Amidst the mountains and forests,
the lush leaves of many trees had turned a withered yellow. A gust of wind would send them rustling down, blanketing the ground.
Several days had passed since Shen Changchuan returned to Dawan Village.
During his absence,
nothing unexpected had happened in Dawan Village; all was well.
His worst-case scenario had not come to pass,
and Shen Changchuan breathed a sigh of relief.
In the few days he had been back resting, he also took the opportunity to cultivate his Breath Concealment Technique to the 100% Perfection Level.
This wasn't because his natural talent and Comprehension were superhuman,
allowing him to cultivate the Breath Concealment Technique to Perfection in just a few days.
