Xiao Yuan gazed at the White Skirt Woman already seated at her station, treating the passing wounded. His eyes narrowed slightly.
Xiao Yi Xian's current appearance made him think of four words: angel in white.
Especially the faint smile on her face—it truly soothed the heart. No wonder those fierce mercenary brutes were as docile as lambs when facing her.
But a pretty face could not fill his stomach. Having eaten dry rations all along the way, Xiao Yuan's mouth had nearly lost all taste.
After nodding to the clerk, Xiao Yuan left the Ten Thousand Medicines Pavilion and found an inn. After enjoying a hearty meal, he returned to his room, inspected it carefully, and condensed some ice crystals with Dou Qi in the gaps around the doors and windows before lying down on the bed and sleeping soundly.
He had indeed not slept well during these past few days of travel. On top of that, his strength was still low, and his body was having trouble holding up.
After all, he would be entering the Monster Mountain Range next. He needed to rest well and keep his spirits up.
The night passed without incident.
Early the next morning, just as a glimmer of light appeared in the sky, Xiao Yuan's internal clock woke him right on time.
After a good night's sleep, much of the exhaustion in his bones had faded, and Xiao Yuan was once again full of energy.
This was the best time to cultivate Dou Qi. The saying that a day's plan began in the morning applied equally well to Dou Qi cultivation.
The path of cultivation was like rowing against the current: if one did not advance, one would fall behind. Only by pressing forward without pause could one grow stronger.
Sitting cross-legged on