Special Cultivation

Su Qing'er shook her head and sighed. "For sentences longer than half a month, once they can no longer endure and pass out, the prison guards come in and take them away for treatment. After they recover, they continue serving the confinement they have not finished."

"Then wouldn't that mean you..." Lu Feng had originally wanted to say that Su Qing'er's thirty days of confinement would require her to be taken out twice before she could finish it. But when he looked up and saw the faint vulnerability and bitterness in her eyes, he could not bear to say it. "I'll think of a way and see whether I can help you endure all thirty days at once."

"It's fine. If anyone is to blame, it can only be myself for being too impulsive, for bringing this upon myself. It's just a pity to waste this period of time. By the time I get out, I'm afraid my strength will have fallen another stretch behind everyone else's."

Su Qing'er knew Lu Feng was trying to comfort her, because as far as she knew, no prisoner had ever endured thirty days at Black Ice Cliff.

"This time... might not necessarily be wasted. We can carry out some special cultivation here as well."

"Special cultivation?" Su Qing'er glanced around at the dim surroundings, her heart suddenly thrown into disarray.

Feeling the Black Ice Cold Qi around them, Lu Feng said, "Cultivation is not merely the rudimentary act of breathing and refining spiritual qi. Take those of us who chose the path of formations, for instance. Learning formation patterns, practicing inscription, and so on are all forms of cultivation that improve one's strength."

A trace of embarrassment flashed across Su Qing'er's face as she asked in confusion, "But in our current circumstances, we