Exhale.
Inhale.
Suddenly, a warm current rose from the heart and surged through the veins to the limbs and all parts, like soaking in freshly boiled hot water, instantly relaxing the tense nerves.
Was it the flame?
Cheng Ye paused, just about to concentrate on sensing it, when the mental exhaustion accumulated by two information skills suddenly surged up.
An indescribable sense of fatigue, as if he had been running continuously for a day, making even his thoughts sluggish.
He tried hard to hold on to clear his mind, but more warmth flowed from the Spiritual Body Space, wrapping his heavy brain, like countless tiny warm hands gently massaging the tense nerves.
His consciousness finally lingered on the thought that "the flame seems to be helping me recover."
Cheng Ye's head tilted, and he fell into a deep sleep, his breathing quickly becoming even.
And on his brow, a faint flame mark quietly lit up, beginning to flash in sync with the wild grass totem on his heart.
