Senior Sister and the others spent their days leisurely beside the Thatched Cottage at the old residence with Su Fan. Having shed the restraint of cultivators, they lived with a shameless, carefree ease.
Those idle days did not last long. Before long, the group had no choice but to set out and return to the Su Family's new residence.
The Su Family was swamped with affairs, and every few days, some younger descendant would take a wife or concubine. Senior Sister and the others had to stay there to help coordinate and arrange everything, without the slightest delay.
Once the bustle around him faded, Su Fan's days fell back into desolate quiet, making him look like a lonely old man cut off from the world.
At his level of cultivation, there were already very few things in this world that could stir his emotions or pique his interest.
Most of the time, he simply sat cross-legged beside the pond outside the Thatched Cottage.
The pond water was clear as a mirror, reflecting clouds rolling across the sky and swaying bamboo shadows. He sat there in silence, sometimes for several days and nights, letting the morning dew dampen his robes and the dusk creep across his brows.
If he happened upon something difficult to comprehend, he would immerse himself in pondering it until everything became clear. By the time enlightenment dawned, a month would have quietly slipped away without his noticing.
In this Cultivation World, cultivators possessed long lifespans, yet once they broke through to the Integration Stage, they were instead more prone to feeling that time was pressing.
The path ahead grew increasingly profound, while the mental effort and time required multiplied. No matter how long one's lifespan was, it still felt insufficient to squander.
Thus, to cultivators, once they