"Human hearts are never satisfied!"
Chu Mu let out a long breath. Not long ago, he had still been striving for the real skill he had dreamed of.
In such a short time, after witnessing a higher level of the extraordinary, the qi-and-blood cultivation he had just begun practicing suddenly seemed a little less appealing.
Take one step and see one step.
Chu Mu could only comfort himself that way.
In just a few short months since arriving in this world, he had already lifted the veil on its most mysterious layer. That could already be considered quite good.
He was still young, too. The days ahead were long.
After he thought it through, the indescribable contradiction and complexity were gone, and the oppression that had shrouded him for so long also scattered with the arrival of the White-Robed Man.
The fatigue he had been suppressing finally surged up, impossible to hold back. Right now, Chu Mu had nothing to worry about, nor could he be bothered to tidy up the bedroom that was in a complete mess. He walked straight into the guest room that had not been cleaned in a long time, threw himself onto the bed, and fell asleep the moment his head hit the pillow.
He slept all the way until dark. Perhaps the situation in town had already been brought under control, but during this sleep, no one came to disturb him, and in the town separated from him by only a single wall, there were no unusual movements either.
Only when the sky was gradually darkening did Chu Mu wake from his sleep. After casually making something to eat and filling his stomach, Chu Mu finally went out and headed toward North Town.
To Chu Mu's surprise, after he had slept all this time,