The Man’s Decree – Chapter 6378

Early the next morning, just as the sky began to lighten, Freevale was still steeped in a thin layer of morning mist.

Moist air drifted through the mountain vale, carrying the scent of grass and trees as it slipped along the gaps between the slopes. The ashes from last night's celebration bonfires had long since gone cold, leaving only a few pale strands of smoke floating softly in the air.

The whole vale had not fully woken yet. Only a few crisp birdcalls came now and then from deep inside the deep forest, breaking the stillness of the morning.

Jared stood alone in the center of the courtyard, slowly stretching his limbs. He had drunk a lot at the victory feast the night before. Bowl after bowl of strong liquor had gone down his throat, the burning liquid heating his chest. If it had been any ordinary cultivator standing here now, that person would have been sprawled out cold, dead asleep and too drunk to know anything. But to him, that little bit of alcohol barely counted for anything.

The chaotic force inside him only needed to make two quiet cycles before a warm, yet overwhelmingly domineering current moved through every meridian in his body. Everywhere it passed, the leftover fumes of liquor were scrubbed away clean in an instant. His head cleared just as fast, without even a trace of heaviness left behind.