Although they said, "With the general away, just go wild."
But Zhang Yang still felt quite uneasy. He hid alone in the cave, staring wide-eyed at himself, his heart crawling with anxiety.
If not for the True Fragrance Law—
Fine. A man's word was his bond; not even eight horses could drag it back.
After rebuilding his mental defenses, Zhang Yang headed straight for the deepest part of the cave. Out of sight, out of mind. If he was going into seclusion, then he would truly go into seclusion.
"Ugh, it stinks!"
A few seconds later, Zhang Yang fled the cave as if escaping for his life. After all, he was not yet someone who had truly mastered fasting and breath-holding.
"Don't look at me. I'm going to find a place where I can actually cultivate in seclusion!"
Zhang Yang stormed off. He did what he said—if he said he would not interfere, then he would not interfere!
One side of the valley was covered in stone walls and cliffs, so finding a cave should not have been difficult. He intended to ponder there how to improve and optimize the structure of his magical power.
Half an hour later, Zhang Yang returned helplessly, because there was only one cave in the entire valley—and it was such a high-quality cave, extending more than fifty meters deep, winding into secluded depths. It was just too smelly.
"You primitive men are ruthless. No, you Neanderthals are ruthless!"
Cursing them viciously in his heart, Zhang Yang ignored Wu Yuan's questioning gaze. Don't try to get friendly with me. I'm air now.
After working busily for most of the day, he finally cleaned out the inside of the cave. By then, he felt as though he had become a piece of rotten meat. This sort