"Nian Quan!"
Just as Nian Quan was settling into a state of quiet meditation, someone suddenly called his name and reached out to shake his shoulder.
Nian Quan’s brow furrowed. He raised his hand to block the other person’s wrist. For a low-level cultivator at their stage, being interrupted during meditation wasn't a major disaster—at most, it was just uncomfortable—but such behavior was profoundly rude.
Chapter 293