C206 Burial

One breath, two breaths, three breaths … Wang Ming finally relaxed after ten breaths had passed.

He collapsed to the ground limply, cold sweat the size of beans seeping from his forehead. In a short while, his collar was drenched in sweat.

Wang Ming's eyes were blank. His pupils did not have the slightest focus as he stared at the mountain range in the distance.

After a long time