Take Another Look

Sometimes, the more you hoped for something, the less likely it was to appear.

That was exactly the case now. Before this, Ye Zhen had hoped that Elder Du and Yan Cong, who were sharing a room, would part ways sooner and return to their respective homes, making it easier for him to act.

But now, Ye Zhen desperately hoped that the two would talk a while longer. Even if they mentioned the slightest detail about Shuilian Island or the Talent Bloodline Augmentation Pill, it would be good.

What frustrated him was that after Elder Du congratulated Yan Cong, he did not speak another word of nonsense before getting up and leaving, leaving Ye Zhen thoroughly depressed.

Yan Cong, on the other hand, seemed rather excited after Elder Du left. He drank several cups of fine wine alone, sent out a streak of talisman light, and laid down a layer of hazy azure defensive talisman light around the room. Only then did he hurriedly climb onto the bed, sit cross-legged, and begin his nightly cultivation.

Basically, every accomplished martial artist possessed such unwavering resolve. Their morning and evening cultivation sessions were indispensable.

Clearly, Yan Cong had waited for most of the night and was now making up for his missed evening session.

Very soon, Yan Cong's breathing became long and steady as he entered a state of cultivation. There were patrolling martial artists outside the courtyard, and hazy azure talisman light guarded the room, making it extremely secure. Naturally, Yan Cong could cultivate without worry.

Yan Cong was at ease, but Ye Zhen beneath the ground became conflicted.

He had already obtained news of the Talent Bloodline Augmentation Pill, but there was far too little information. Ye Zhen did not even know where Shuilian Island was, and more importantly, there