Duan Feng woke up.
Two cups of tea's time.
Compared to Luo Chen's first time, he was five minutes slower.
This meant that he had gained little from the Spirit Communication Pill.
But that was not the key point. The key was that he had woken up.
Though his condition after waking was extremely poor, and he seemed dazed and foolish, as if still trapped in a dream.
Still, waking up was a good thing.
Luo Chen did not linger, leaving the space to Feng Xia.
He was busy as well.
Not with trivial affairs, but with cultivation.
Besides maintaining the daily circulation of his Cultivation Method, he also had to grind the proficiency of all kinds of spells.
After all, Emperor Flow Paste's progress bar was still stuck there.
His Healing Spell had already reached Grandmaster Level, but it was still far from Great Perfection.
So he stopped working on it.
For the time being, Luo Chen focused on the Soundproofing Spell.
This extremely practical spell had long since reached Entry Level.
But because he had used it too few times, it had never improved.
It currently stood at [81/100].
This one was easy to grind!
Thus, over the following days.
The cultivators of the Luo Tian Association noticed a strange sight.
Whenever the Chairman spoke with someone, he would first cast a soundproof barrier.
At first, everyone thought he was about to discuss something important, lest others overhear.
Yet every cultivator who finished speaking with Luo Chen wore a baffled expression.
It was nothing more than everyday trivialities.
The Chairman asked how well they had recovered from their injuries.
Had they adjusted to Little Huan Mountain?
Had they encountered any confusion in cultivation that he could help answer?
Baffled as they were.
It had to be said that