"The mountain morning is humid, have a bowl of hot soup."
As he spoke, Liang deliberately glanced at the sweat on Chen Yan's forehead, shook his head and said, "The mountain's moisture is quite heavy. With all this sweat, the mountain breeze won't dry you comfortably. Change into some dry clothes later, otherwise, the clothes will dry unpleasantly and might have a sour odor."
Chen Yan laughed heartily, "Thank you for the reminder, elder."
He raised the bowl, drank the hot soup in one go, then headed to the back, first casting a cleaning spell on himself, and then changed into clean clothes.
Over the next three days, every night when camping, Chen Yan would find a place in the forest to practice Sword Control Skill for two hours alone.
Yun Zhao was a bit puzzled by Chen Yan's actions, but didn't say much—being a cultivator, practicing diligently isn't unusual.
