Ping An Fang
Chen Mu sat by the stove under the thatched shed.
A small stove sat on the floor next to the hearth, with a clay pot on top bubbling away, releasing a rich aroma of medicine.
He was brewing a secret medicine for the Red Falcon Formation Technique.
This secret medicine is quite valuable, costing one tael of silver per dose, which really pained Chen Mu.
If his portrait business weren't still relatively stable, he wouldn't dare to practice at all.
Once the secret medicine was brewed and cooled to a warm temperature, Chen Mu drank it down in one gulp.
After rubbing his stomach a few times, he began practicing the Red Falcon Formation Technique in the yard.
Chen Mu moved nimbly left and right, running around the yard, his sleeves flapping loudly as he was pulled by the air,
