Jie Bing handed over a cigarette, then gave his lighter to Mr. Su Bai. Mr. Su Bai bit the cigarette, lit it, and took a deep drag. He slowly exhaled smoke rings and made a "hiss......" sound, like a seasoned smoker finally getting a fix after a long break.
But this demeanor of Mr. Su Bai's wasn't intended to demonstrate anything; rather, he was frantically suppressing his urge to advance.
Instead of letting things happen naturally, Mr. Su Bai insisted on erecting a dam to hold back the trend.
For any listener, progressing is an irresistible temptation, especially the stimulation of the spirit, which is even more intoxicating than a man's final shiver.
The Monk walked over from a distance, glancing at Mr. Su Bai in the center of the battlefield, a bitter smile played on his lips. At least for now, he still couldn't understand why Mr. Su Bai was suppressing his own advancement. According to prior arrangements, Mr. Su Bai should have advanced on the way.
