The mortality rate for staying outside was too high; it was all too easy to end up as dung for those Wild Beasts.
Thinking this, Lu Shan looked over at Hu Qi.
But since he had told her not to disturb him, she hesitated to speak.
Hu Qi paid Lu Shan no mind.
He had already stood up and moved to one side, planting his feet firmly.
He then assumed a special Pile Skill posture.
His feet were shoulder-width apart, turned slightly inward as if rooted to the earth.
His knees were bent at an angle of about 130 degrees, like an ape crouching on a branch, ready to spring into action.
His spine stretched upward, arms hanging naturally with his fingertips lightly touching the outside of his thighs.
He then slowly raised his arms to his chest, palms facing each other, as if holding a sphere or like a spiritual ape guarding its fruit.
At the same time, he began to breathe rhythmically.
When he inhaled, his abdomen contracted, his diaphragm rose, and his chest expanded.
