Over the next few days, Su Fan continued to remain inside the Cave Mansion, patiently waiting for the unknown change.
For some reason, an inexplicable restlessness had been circling in his heart for days, preventing him from ever truly calming down.
His instincts told him that the fated Great Tribulation was probably already close at hand.
So Su Fan simply stopped everything he had been doing and no longer went around searching for traces of the Celestial Race.
He even put his daily cultivation on hold, and could not be bothered to grind data for the "Void Stealth Technique" he relied on to hide himself.
He feared that if danger arrived without warning, he would be caught completely unprepared. Only by maintaining his peak condition at all times could he deal with whatever might take him by surprise.
He had not even set foot in his Portable Secret Realm. Every day, he stayed beneath the waterfall at the end of the valley, sprawled out on a reclining chair.
On the side table, the Red Clay Small Furnace was gently simmering a kettle. Steam puffed out with a hiss, condensing into a hazy white veil in the humid air.
Su Fan paid it no mind. He simply lay sprawled in the chair with his eyes closed, seeming neither fully asleep nor fully awake, while maintaining an air of deliberate leisure.
At that moment, a figure swept out of the Portable Secret Realm. Li Chongxiu carried a food tray and walked lightly to his side. Seeing Su Fan in that half-awake state, she could not help letting out a soft sigh.
She set the food tray on a slab of bluestone, then reached out and moved the kettle off the Red Clay Small Furnace.
Though her master had never said so outright,