Fortunately, Chunqiu Can was somewhat reliable this time, not letting Chen Ping drink in the straw hat man's body until dawn.
After only a short while, the straw hat man suddenly put down his wine cup and flashed outside.
It was that movement technique that blended into the breeze.
He had integrated this movement technique and swordsmanship into his very bones; now, using it, it was completely devoid of any mortal force.
Even Chen Ping, possessing his body, felt utterly amazed.
In the pitch-black night, although no figure could be seen, one could sense that under the peach tree, there was actually a person.
Standing silently.
This was the tactile sensation of qi being drawn in, a unique skill of a qi cultivation master.
Chen Ping was already experiencing this perception firsthand.
