Chapter 35 Anxiety.
If one word could describe the atmosphere in the chamber, it was that.
Murong Hye, though no Buddha statue stood before her, bowed and prayed to the Buddha in her heart.
Peng Ja-ryeong, whose epithet as a Gentleman seemed utterly misplaced, stood with his arms crossed, his fingers tapping incessantly.
And Peng Ha-ryeong, truly her sister’s sister, paced in circles, unable to calm herself.
The other members of the Peng Clan, though rooted to their spots by duty, betrayed their anxious hearts through their expressions and restless movements.
“Hey, how long has it been?”
“Only two hours, Brother.”
Yang Jeong sighed, watching Yang Kwae, who was sitting in a suitable corner, his legs trembling uncontrollably.
But Yang Jeong himself wasn’t in much better shape to be sighing at his brother’s sorry state.
“Should we just leave this to the Peng Clan and go spar instead?”
“Weren’t you the one who said we had to wait for the Captain?”
“Tsk… I know, but still.”
He felt like he was going to have a nervous breakdown at this rate.
“They say guiding True Qi for Upper Dantian Martial Arts is more dangerous than any other martial art…”
The Upper Dantian, where the spirit resides. Even if the Lower Dantian is shattered, one can still live. There might be some discomfort, but shattering the Lower Dantian doesn’t kill or cripple a person. It might cripple them as a Martial Artist, but still.
