A fresh rain had washed the sky clear and blue.
Under the gentle sunlight, the lingering rainwater still dripped from the thatched eaves, pattering against the stone slabs before the courtyard.
Chen Yu sat cross-legged on the stone floor of the bamboo pavilion, with several pill bottles scattered by his feet.
When his mind sank into his inner vision, he could faintly hear the rustle of wind passing through the bamboo grove. Laden with droplets that bent the branch tips low, the sound seemed steadier and heavier than usual.
Who knew how much time had passed.
[Qi Cultivation Lv.5 → Lv.6]
Cool mist brushed his face as he slowly opened his eyes. A flash of golden brilliance, like the rising sun in full vigor, swept through his originally clear and tranquil gaze.
Then the spiritual light withdrew, and he looked no different from usual.
"Croak!"
The little Slime person, who had been lying on the window lattice watching the rain and loafing about, suddenly cried out. It hurriedly kicked aside the bamboo prop holding up the window, then scampered away with a series of plaps, using its springy body to leap steadily beneath the table and hide.
At the end of the forest path, amid the swaying green sea, a sect disciple in gray robes with wide sleeves was approaching on foot.
"Junior Brother, good news! There's word about the small residences you asked me to find last time." Shao Qingsong spotted Chen Yu beneath the bamboo pavilion from afar and waved to him.
"Senior Brother, would you like to come in and sit?"
Chen Yu rose and brushed the dust from his clothes before stepping down from the pavilion. It looked like he was welcoming him, but he was actually buying time for the little Slime person