A peaceful night passed by at the inn.0

Chen Ping'an was staying in a room at the end of the corridor by himself, and before going to bed, he practiced standing meditation and walking meditation for two hours first. In the end, he retrieved the white bowl with the illustration of the Five Mountains as well as the piece of burnt ebony. He tossed and turned them in his hands and examined them for a long time, yet he was still unable to discover anything special about them.0

He hoped that these two items would be worth one or two hundred snowflake coins each.2

He put the hefty piece of ebony away, and he poured some local wine into the small white bowl. With a lamp next to him, he flipped through the two travel journals that Liu Gaohua had given him. From time to time, he would take a sip of the local wine. It tasted fairly decent.1

After putting out the lamp and climbing into bed, Chen Ping'an closed his eyes and started to replay the fight with Ma Kuxuan in his mind. He reflected on the gains and losses of each punch. The fight had been intense and extremely dangerous, so Chen Ping'an hadn't dared to conceal the fist techniques that Cui Dongshan's grandfather had taught him. Thanks to this, he was also able to gain a deeper understanding of the Heavy Cavalry Formation Shattering Technique0

However, it was a shame that he had only been able to throw fifteen punches using the Deity Drumming Technique. His intuition told him that if he had succeeded in throwing twenty in a row, Ma Kuxuan would have most likely been forced to admit defeat. This was just like how he had suppressed the tree spirit scholar wearing the radiant armor transformed from an armor pellet.0

No matter how Chen...0