Following Wang Kun's example, Qin Huai suspended himself in midair. He closed his eyes and maintained control over his muscles and wings. For a visceral prefecture realm expert, this level of muscle control wasn't difficult.
"This can be done," Qin Huai remarked, "but I suspect there's more to Elder Wang's advice."
"Sleep, Brother Qin. You'll understand when night falls," Wang Kun replied, leaving him in suspense.
Qin Huai also drifted into sleep. Having battled for an entire day and immersed himself in the blood sea twice, his body was saturated with exhaustion that needed to be relieved.
He could have slept for the time it takes to burn half an incense stick or perhaps four hours, when he felt a hand grasp his wings. Startled, he opened his eyes. With a twist of his body, he shattered the incoming palm.
Bang!