...
When Ma Shun awoke, he found himself lying in the forest instead of on a wooden bed with a thin cotton blanket.
He abruptly sat up, his alertness instantly reaching its peak—damn it, this is crazy!
For a moment, he thought he had turned back into a mountain bandit, sleeping in the wilderness, waiting for the lookout to wake everyone for a new plundering.
But this thought was dismissed almost immediately, as Ma Shun shook his head; there was no weapon by his side, nor were there companions nearby. More importantly, his body hadn't regressed to its state six months ago. The wind at night was clear in his ears, and his eyes could see the grass and leaves below him with the help of some moonlight—real changes from his cultivation, impossible when he was a bandit living in hunger and satiety.
Yes... Cultivation!
Ma Shun quickly settled his mind, operating the Heart Method in the way Loose Cultivator seniors had taught him, trying to sense the flow of Spiritual Qi around him...
